There was no redemption for the devil except hell.
There was no place for sinners except fire.
"Aren't you...going to his funeral?" Alisa asked while fixing her black coat over her shoulders. She cautiously eyed his features, tension oozing out of her aura.
Sergei didn't utter a word; he couldn't.
With a deep breath, he leaned against the master chair of his study and took a puff of his cigar. "You know it's important for you to be there," Alisa added, a frown kissing her wrinkled features.
Important?
"The significant part has already been done. He is dead." Sergei tried to dismiss the conversation, but his mother's questionable expression made his jaw twitch. She wasn't aware of the truth and was confused by his behavior because if it was still the unaware Sergei, he would have set
