Demonlands

Chapter 23 - Aftermath

Jenny's POV:

The carriage ride through the streets of London was a sad one. The black interrior was overwhelmingly stuffy, the driver was a quiet warlock friend of hers and the only people riding with her were Tate, Kalin, and a black and gold coffin. Outside the streets were slick and wet with rain. They were riding towards a brick building with stained glass windows. It had been over a month since her mother had died and since then she had traveled across the world visiting her mother's old friends. James had stayed in San Francisco to protect the city but she had left. A single tear flowed down Jenny's cheek dampening her veil, she hated crying. Ever since the battle there had been an endless stream of tears falling down her cheeks.

Tate's POV:

The poor girl hadn't been herself in a weeks, but that was to be expected you couldn't really ask her to smile and be happy. This would be their last stop at least, this would be where she would be buried. She was just a skeleton now that her  flesh had evaporated.

I'd known her  life, why did she have to die now? Now that she had a family and children. He thought this sadly.

She died of demon poisoning, she didn't die in vain at least. Still Annix was out there and was probably planning an attack soon. My hands twitched in my lap, an annoying habit that had begun after Sofia had died. I'm pretty anxious to get back to the institute.

Sofia's POV:

I'm dead, now I'm a spirit. I wish I could speak to my daughters. Teach them everything I knew, I'm in the carriage with them right now. I can't let go that's why I'm still here. Why can't I talk to them, I'm reaching out right now trying to speak with them. Most animals are skittish around spirits and the horses are now different. I should leave.

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The carriage shakes violently, the horses veer suddenly and throws the driver. With no steering the horses ram a wall and the carriage tips, snapping the tethers keeping it connected to the horses. The carriage rolls with ever greater speed towards the church and cemetery. A man jumps out of the door and rolls. The carriage tips onto its side and crashes into the building and shatters. The man runs to the side of the carriage and digs through the wreckage. A hand reaches through the wood and pushes itself up. A woman apppears, holding a crumpled body. Her shirt is wet with something, blood. Through her stomach a wooden scaffold pierces he spine. The girl is .