Dameon:
There is nothing more beautiful than Seraphina’s face in the moonlight. I swear she’s about to lean in and kiss me when a shadow of shock sweeps across her face.
“What is it?” I ask.
She shakes her head almost imperceptibly, “Nothing,” she answers. “I’m just not comfortable with... this... situation between us. I see Uriel whenever I look at you, and I keep wondering if he’s in there somewhere.”
“I swear to you, Seraphina,” I answer in desperation. “He is gone. I haven’t heard his voice in years. Trust me, if he was in here I would know.”
“I don’t know how to trust you again, Dameon,” she sighs as she looks back out over the hills sprinkled with starlight.
In this moment I realize that I’ve let go of any demonic cell left within me. I have no desire for the sinful ways of
