Diablo.
Six people attended the funeral. I glowered at her deceased body as she laid in a glass coffin. She looked as beautiful as ever, even with her neck sewn to her head. The glass casket was an idea I came up with after watching Cinderella as a kid. They did not bury her body in the cemetery, as many would think, especially her daughter. I secretly buried her body in my family’s mausoleum. She warranted to be entombed with honor.
I couldn’t presently be there to support her daughter as at that time we were claiming more territories and endless wars were on the rise, so my hands were full. Sadly, her guardians passed away from old age when she was ten. I wholly lost touch with her,by the time I did, she was all grown, a complete replica of her mother.
I was back to my habits of stal
