Diyiren was crying. He hadn't cried in front of his son ever. Diyiren swore after his mother died he would never cry again, but remembering how small, tiny and weightless that little creature Aoibh was, how her big blue eyes stared up at him blindly, he couldn't help himself.
"I did," he said. "I loved her. I still do. I always will."
"I'm sorry, A-Die."
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The Lamb and the Gray Battle
FantastikEvie has spent the last 575 years on the North American continent, now called America, the Pure and Clean. She smiles, volunteers and makes cakes and pastries for her neighbors, hiding away her demon blood. She wants nothing to do with her estranged...
