Don't Forget

Fara

She's gone. That's all I can say. She disappeared and was replaced by a monster, because it is no longer my sister that I see.

I thought all this killing would stop after Henry left, but things got worse. She savors each murder as if each of these victims were a breath of fresh air.

My attempts to touch her to possibly create a connection and end this madness are useless. All I can do is watch my sister's descent into hell.

Meanwhile, Alec and Maya grow closer and closer. Looks like he completely forgot about Tilia. Soon they will move in together... Damn I hate that demon! If Alec hadn't been brought back to life, I'm sure the situation would have been less bad.

I followed Henry the day he abandoned Tilia. He's now in the same town as Alec, lazying around in his new apartment. The bastard. I know he is aware of the effect of his disappearance on Tilly. That he knows what she has been doing since he left.

Wrapped in his black silk robe, he sits on his bed watching the news. Seeing him like that gives me goosebumps. Especially when he's spitting out his cigarette smoke with that cocky smirk.

—    So much hatred in you, my little one, Henry says suddenly.

I look around me, but there is no one else in the room.

—    Yes, I'm talking to you. Did you forget that I'm a demon? So why wouldn't I see the spirits, he continues.

—    Why haven't you spoken to me before? I ask him shocked.

—    Because of our dear Tilly.

—    Don't call her Tilly! Dirty demon! You are nothing to her.

—    I thought you saw us at work all those nights...

I ignore his confusing comment to throw at him:

—    She uses you.

He touches his chest before adding sarcastically:

—    Maybe I too am using her for my purposes. I knew her before you, you know?

Henry puffs on his cigarette again before continuing.

—    Tilia wasn't always Tilia.

—    What does that mean? I exclaim tired of his sneaky games.

—    A very long time ago, let's say a few centuries before Jesus our saviour, Tilia was Arana. In fact, her soul was Arana. My demoness. The one who made me who I am today.

—    Lies... I say unconvinced of his stories.

—    I don't have to lie about that, and you know it. All I want is to find my half that was snatched away from me so many years ago. All because of your Lord! But I will eventually get her back completely.

I clench my fists, holding back my anger. Unfortunately, I cannot continue to deny his story. Why would he make it all up? Is it possible that in a past life, Tilia was Arana an ancient demoness? And that he and she had been together for centuries? Part of me believes it.

So Henry's plan would be to bring that demoness back by sending Tilia to hell. He hopes that the memories of her old life will come back to her during her stay down there. Who knows what this Arana would do when she finally returns to Earth. If she really made Henry, I can't imagine the horrors she would be capable of.

Henry who had risen to walk around the bed, comes to touch my arm without hesitation. I cringe back to the wall feeling the coldness of his fingers. Not only did he manage to touch me, but I felt something oddly familiar. I'm frozen in place as he looks at me with amusement in his eyes.