Mistakes In the Making
Perhaps lies were like oil and water, whatever was simple and easy stayed on top, and everything else settled, visible but not quite there. He had said it was for the best; that was a lie nobody questioned. He had argued it might be the only way to save them; that was a lie that had yet to subside.
With his death none of those lies really mattered, they could say what's done is done and let the dead rest. And his son? That was a demon, and no number of lies could help it to be something nice and simple and easy like water. Demons were blood, not water; it was his blood he had used when it came time to act.
People said he was the demon; that was a lie all would agree upon.
Author: jagter se maan
Status: Complete