When I was a little boy, I was afraid of the dark.
Not being able to see what was before my eyes terrified me to my core. Suspicious sounds and the feeling of something watching me from a distance sent shivers running along the length of my limbs. I would scurry to my parents when I hear something goes bumping under the cover of shadows. However at some point, I managed to convince myself that there was nothing hiding in the darkness. I grew up thinking that I should only fear what my eyes could see.
That was before all this mess.
The first time I saw a creature from Hell, my childhood fear came rushing back to me. It never occured to me that there will be a day that I would come face to face with demons literally. I may have relied on the courage that I borrowed from the Angel, but e
