Seraphina:
“The question is, what will happen after the ‘end’,” I ponder out loud.
“According to prophecy, heaven will defeat her,” Dameon answers. “But prophecies have been wrong before. They are translated by men after all.”
I laugh despite myself. This is an impossible situation, but I have to hold onto hope for Mariel’s sake.
“Mariel, you can come back now if you want,” Dameon calls gently. She lets out a sad whine. I can tell that she loves being in this powerful form, but I hope I don’t lose my adorable little girl. She’s engulfed in a tornado of flame and smoke once more before the golden eyed human child returns to us. She brushes off her little dress carefully as she makes her way back over to where we are standing.
She wraps her chubby arms around Dameon’s waist and burie
