It’s been a year since the war ended. Hell is yet to recover from it. My father, even worse. His time had arrived. Death, the inevitable, was knocking on his door.
I sat at the edge of his bed, and stared at the demon who taught me everything I know slowly wither and die. The hope of recovery came and left, and we were left to resign and accept his fate. It was simply time to go.
His face was crumpled, ashen and grey. Fine lines ran the length of his forehead, down to his cheeks and the sharp indent of his jaw. He couldn’t command his horns to appear anymore. He was too weak.
Lilith’s eyes roamed over him, glistening with tears I knew she’d never shed. Her heart had hardened, much like how mine was now stone. Our only difference was this; she felt the sadness, and forced it down, but I
