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“The flesh of mortals runs to yielding flab. So good beginnings aren’t enough to last to acorn time from when the oak is born. ―Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy
“Max, what the hell? What’s wrong with him?” Zach asked, putting his gun away. I stood there, my hands suddenly shaking, as questions mounted inside my head. Was it me? Did I kill him?
No, it was impossible. His energy went dark and it began hurting him. Dread filled my lungs.
“He’s dead,” I rasped, feeling suddenly numb. I heard him correctly—he said that my father could save him and then he dropped dead. Did he mean Lucifer or someone that stood beneath him? There were so many possibilities.
Flames started covering the body and Zachary cursed a few times, backing away. I stared at the demon’s body, paralysed, wonderin
