Downfall of thy deviants child

Part 48: eternally yours part two

-rege's point of view-
I followed her willingly into the grave and let it guide me back to her. Her fathers face was that of either horror or shock as I followed his daughter into the grave. I would leave not a trace that I was gone from this world and that meant only my mother know the truth of what has become of me. I was hers as she was mine. Her father did not know what we had done long before she had passed; that we had well in a sense of the modern world, we had wed. Whatever the afterlife held I would face it with her.
-deviants point of view,present time-
Each page I read brought more truth to the light and most of it had sent small blades into my soul. The children were not of the line of the father i thought them to be of and it made sense now with the way my grandson behaved. He was the son of my daughters beloved one. Same with my granddaughter. It put new perspective on the current situation. She had suffered in silence for all these years without telling me when she knew she could open up to me. She had watched her love for chris fall apart right before her eyes and constantly had to fight her demons and monsters on her own when her beloved one was not with her. Angel (her guardian angel, ironic isn't it?) never said a word to me about any of this and as of right now I felt like a fool of a father. I had failed my daughter and in doing so I had let her slip though my fingers and I had lost her. "I will not fail my daughters heirs. I swear that." I murmured lowly with my head resting against the wall. The tears ran down my face like a stream. For the next few hours I went through the entire black binder and learnt what was needed to be learned. To find a place to hide the black binder well I had a few ideas.
~time lapse an hour and a half later at the cemetery~
I took the small wooden chest that held not just the black binder but a few other things I wanted to keep hidden from the world. Most of the objects in the box I had placed in zip lock bags to keep them safe if the box should break. I took the small hand shovel and started to make a hole deep enough and wide enough to put the wooden chest in. About 30 minutes later I lowered the chest into the earth in front of head stone and took a moment of silence to honor my daughter. I hadn't noticed the single raven and crown perched upon the head stone until it let a low caw out. I looked up at them and smiled. "I miss her too." I said just as I finished filling in the hole. They bobbed Their heads in response. I looked at them one last time before I left the cemetery. It was time to go forward with life and make certain my grandchildren were kept safe.