It is futile to think there may be a way to reverse it. Damon isn’t just asking for war. He is going to guarantee it. ~Bezaliel~ Amber led us to the chapel. It was the last place I expected a Demon to be, but there he was, Damon and a room full of people. Marcas kept me in front of him as we moved down the main aisle of the church. I vaguely heard Amber behind us asking Monroe to stay silent. It was important that she remain vague. That scared me. What were we headed into? Marcas moved confidently. It didn’t take long before people took notice. The room fell silent. “What were you thinking, brother?” Marcas asked loudly. I cowered. The whole room was full of sect members, men and women, Sisters and Brothers, and even teenagers I went to school with. And in the midst of them all stood Damon. He looked like Marcas. Or maybe it was the other way around. But, either way, it was obvious to all gathered that the two Demons were twins. Damon’s eyes fell on me a moment, and I shivered.
