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"I'm not sure I've earned the title of Father given what you're about to hear." "Tell me about your past." David's pen was poised above his notebook. "Before you came to Bellmare, before you became a priest, who were you?" Damien took a breath and I squeezed his hand, silently reminding him I was there, that whatever he said I wasn't going anywhere. "I was a criminal. I worked for an organization that specialized in intimidation and violence, doing whatever my boss needed done without asking questions about morality or consequences." "What kind of violence?" David's expression remained neutral but I saw him write something quickly.

Damian put his hands in his pockets, staring at the city’s nighttime windows with newly awakened devilish eyes. “I will kill anyone who touches my family.” “Sir... Enola might—“ “I don’t care.” Damian cut her off coldly. “That woman uses her heart to protect everyone. I use blood.” He looked at Luna. “Contact the Cassel men who work in the shadows. I want a full report before the night is over.” Luna nodded, despite her fear. Damian turned, his footsteps carrying an aura that made the hospital air tense. “Reginald Spark,” he muttered.

"Find what you're looking for?" Damien leaned against the doorframe, shirtless, a tumbler of bourbon dangling from his fingers like an afterthought. The camera feeds painted his torso in shifting blue shadows, illuminating the scars I hadn't known about three parallel lines raked across his pectoral, pale and raised like the marks of some great beast. I lifted the letter opener between us, letting moonlight dance along the blade. "Does the footage come with director's commentary, or do you just jack off to the silent reruns?"

Angel of light, her mother was the angel of light, Madeline looked at the sun and suddenly felt she saw her mother's face in it. The light chuckled cruelly, the other one was even more complicated. "Damien Lafayette, born of Henry Lafayette the vampire and Raelynn..and unknown species.." The light was confused it just couldn't see the other side of Damien. "Little boy..got some secrets hey!.." Damien frowned..he knew he couldn't defeat, this devouring light. So he bit his lips and kept quiet. "Sigh...it's been fun but..I'm still hungry!.." After saying that it grew bigger, as it started devouring everything.

--- That did it. Something inside Damien snapped. --- The air around him shifted. Violently. Not like Aria’s light. Not warm. Not golden. This was— Dark. Heavy. Crushing. --- Jay took a step back. “…okay, that’s new.” Liam didn’t move. But his voice dropped. “Damien.” No response. --- Damien’s eyes darkened. Not metaphorically. Literally. The color draining. Replaced by something deeper. Something ancient. ---

He stares at me with his crimson eyes. “Practising? As in you are letting the darkness in and then pushing it back?” Damien asks. “No.” I frown, because I still couldn’t fully explain it. “You said it was hard. You told me that once the darkness gets in it’s difficult to get back out. That it’s almost impossible. That’s not true. Mallory did it, Salem did and so did you.” “With a lot of hard work.” Damien replies in annoyance “Hard work for you.” I mumble and he glances to Dane. “It’s not for me, not anymore.”

“If they think they can back out now, they’re fools. Tell them they either stand with me or they stand against me.” I swallowed hard, my heart hammering as I listened. Every word he spoke was another reminder of just how dangerous this world was. He ended the call with a sharp exhale and turned to face me. “We need to talk.” I nodded, bracing myself. “Tell me everything.” Damien ran a hand through his dark hair. “Cross is moving faster than I anticipated. He’s made contact with some of my associates, and I don’t have time to convince them to stay loyal.”

They stayed like that for a long time, two souls anchoring each other against the rising tide. Eventually, Selene pulled back, her face flushed but glowing. “And you? What was it you wanted to say?” Damien hesitated. He had intended to tell her about the shadows moving in the north, the whispers of a betrayal that reached higher than they ever feared. But he looked at the peace in her eyes the first real joy she’d had since Veyra’s arrival and he couldn’t do it. Not today. “It was nothing serious,” he lied, his voice smooth. “Just that we’ve found some solid leads on Liam’s death. Rogue movements we’re finally tracking. I didn't want you thinking the trail had gone cold.”

“Snow, you are absolutely incredible. Do you know this?” Damien said. I looked up at him bewildered. I just told this man that the largest assassin company in the world was out to get him personally, and he thinks I'm incredible? I shook my head at him. “What?” I said.

I said nothing. "When I returned, I was told you and Damien had left after he snapped one of my men’s necks." He exhaled smoke slowly as his gaze drifted to the bookshelves. "I tried to understand the situation, but then I remembered who Damien is. His bloodlust…it’s inherited." My brows pulled slightly. "Bloodlust?" He looked at me, amused by my reaction. "You didn’t know? He’s a contract killer. Has been for years." My heart dropped.