Chapter53:

Usually you hear of people crying themselves to sleep... in my case I cried myself awake, finding my pillow damp and my eyes puffy. I didn’t know what to do, almost zombified in my devastation. How could a father slaughter his own son? I knew Icelus was evil but even I didn’t expect that from him. Lying in bed and staring at the ceiling as the sun slowly began to leak into my bedroom, I realised just how vital it was to stop Icelus. Sighing, I reached over and grabbed my cellphone from where it sat on the nightstand. Three text messages blinked on the screen – one from Ally and two from Morpheus. I skimmed through them all, already knowing what they’d contain. They were worried that I hadn’t contacted them after the ball... they didn’t even know that Dareios was no longer alive. “Oh, Dareios...” I whispered into the silent room. My head filled with images of Icelus’ face as he hacked off his son’s head, of Lyssia smiling as Dareios’ head fell to the ground and proceeded to bounce down