Iris
After Izgoth and the black smoke had finally disappeared, I stood and stared blankly ahead for a good minute. My grandmother sold my soul. She made a deal with a devil to sell my soul. I still couldn’t understand why?! What could I have possibly done to deserve all the hate that Marian had for me?! I thought grandmothers were supposed to love their grandchildren, maybe spoil them a little. Not torture them and sell their souls!
I couldn’t do this now. I couldn’t give in to my anger. I had to stay calm if I was going to survive and make it back to Tristan. I exited the building and made my way around, recognizing places here and there from the diary Marian left. This was obviously the commune where she killed all those people. While I definitely understand her anger towards Martin, s
