My conscious and morality keep the constant reminder of my surrounding. I can never lose them, unless I allow it to happen. And to make such a cruel turn of event for world is just too much. How can I destroy such an existence, along with the rest of its occupiers?
“That was some conflict going on between your adopted son and you,” says a voice from behind me. And just by the tone itself, I can already assume who is talking.
“Speaks of the Devil,” I mumble.
Mauvet chuckles at the irony. “That’s funny, considering that you are the White Devil herself.”
“Better me than the one and first Devil.”
“Yes, but he is a little bit reoccupied by now, since billions of titanium spears are pierced through him.”
The Devil, as we vampires call him, is actually our grandfather. Lazarus zi Britannia
