"Please stop! Don't hurt mommy and daddy anymore! Please please please!" The little boy cover in blood, held my red hand tightly as he cried in sorrow.
I looked at him with my usual emotionless expression as I brushed his small hands off of me. Walking over to two bodies, I threw them in the fire. When I heard an agonizing scream behind me, I turned to see the little boy on his knees, bloody hands on his messy black hair, shrieking in pain.
A small smile crosses my lips as the red flame of the town continues burning everything into ashes. I can feel the hot flames on my cold body as I hear the painful howls of the wolves.
In no doubt, Satan is saving me a seat right beside him, and if I can, I would take that seat if it meant not being able to come back.
I let out a loud shriek as I je
