The Tables Have Turned

She was my light and I longed to get to her.

Crawling on my hands and knees like a damned sinner in church I begged for mercy, not for my sake but for her own.

But still they did not listen. They killed Lyla, while our daughter watched, crying on my shoulder. So I did the only reasonable thing to do, I vowed revenge. For our daughter's innocence and for my wife's blood.

They made me a killer and I did exactly what I was made to do, I killed every last person who so much as whispered her name the wrong way.

I may have sinned, but I didn't regret one second of it.