The demon's laughter didn't even register in my head.
My entire being frozen on that one name.
"Absalom."
My entire heart shaken by the revelation.
Not because of who he was, but because,
"Impossible…" it wasn't supposed to be possible.
"You're not supposed to be alive."
I'd watched Father sacrifice himself to take out his attackers, and the demon called Absalom was one of them, the main spearhead of the assault on father.
The one I'd unfortunately come to learn from aunt k the other day was somehow someone father had trusted enough to call my godfather.
A traitorous bastard true to his demonic nature, turning on his friends the first chance he got.
Yet now, I was supposed to believe that this ghost had somehow survived that suicidal move from father?
"Impossible…"
"Oh. But it is possible. I am here am I not?"
"You lie. Just like demons always do! You're lying!" I refused to believe it, my father's sacrifice wasn't in vain.
