The Gathering

The devil had been an angel once. Why couldn’t a devil become an angel?

Proximity to death makes honest men of us all.”

As your days grew shorter, your memory grew longer. It stretched away from you like a shadow in the dying sun, reaching further into the past.

And maybe that was the curse of growing up, the passing of youth and innocence. Understanding that the adults we once looked up to are flawed and imperfect and, sometimes, just plain rotten.

Because love was selfish.

What you kill, you own…for better or worse.”

once you killed a vampyr, you carried them with you.

Sometimes, lies are the things that bind a family as much as love.

Too easily given. Too easily broken.

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Grief was a cancer.