Rise of The Fallen
The loss of life was staggering today, and when the dust settled I could only hope things were better, different, the world we had hoped for.
“Cain” the old Nephilim began, his hands applying gentle pressure to my side, where blood was continuing to seep out.
“You need to rest.” I grunted in response, hauling myself to my feet. Wanting to simply pass out and never wake up. Just join Verity and Shamshiel wherever their spirits were, but I knew that was not to be. I headed toward my room, my feet dragging on the ground and my head bent low. I swung by the kitchen area, grabbing a bit of food and quickly devouring it on my way to my room. If I was lucky maybe I would choke on it. Kicking off my