“Stick it on.”
Damon froze at my words. He remembered Seraphina’s terrible state when the talisman backfired on her.
But meeting my eyes, his resolve instantly firmed up.
He placed the talisman on his forehead, and it immediately burst into flames.
From his perspective, large and small shadowy figures swarmed him.
His previously dark world was now filled with grotesque, ghostly faces.
Damon instantly peed himself, the distinct smell of urine filling the air.
I watched him impassively,
watching him stumble backward in terror,
watching his sightless eyes still tried to blink in terror.
“Damon Blackwood, what are you so afraid of?”
“These are all the people you killed. Do you see that smallest shadow?”
“That’s your child, the child you personally killed!”
Damon’s body stiffened for a moment, and two lines of bloody tears streamed from his eyes.
He stared blankly as the tiny figure rushed towards him.
He had done so many wrong things after all.
Seraphina and Milo Bellwether, laden with their heavy sins, were unable to find peace in the afterlife and clung to Damon.
Now, they too desperately lunged at him.
Damon, terrified, continued to back away, and finally, under my indifferent gaze, he lost his footing and plunged over the edge
