I didn’t know how much until Ezekiel came into my life. How frightened I’ve been. How failed by my own mother. This is not the legacy I would bequeath to you. I know that now. I know what I must do. Reynard has found me for the last time. He intends to destroy Ezekiel. I must seek help from a man I don’t fully trust. But I do trust Ezekiel in spite of his daemonic nature. We’ve been so wrong. So misled. Daemons aren’t damned. They’re different from us. More different than our human beliefs can describe.
I can only assure you that Ezekiel loves me as I love him, and he loves both of you although you were fathered by one of the monks who mercilessly hunt his people. No beings that love as fiercely as daemons love can be damned. I won’t believe it.
Your biological father was as misled as we have been. He cared for us as much as he was able to care once the Order had corrupted his heart.
Please remember that when you think of him.
