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Chapter 50
"But I'm Daddy's Princess," a five year old Scarlett said as she looked up at the face of her father once he'd finished reading her favorite bedtime story.
"You always will be, Princess," he responded, his eyes warm and a smile on his lips as he kissed the top of her head.
"But Mommy and you keep fighting," she said to him softly. Her father gathered her in his arms and held her close to his chest.
"Your mother has her own reasons to be upset with me. But no matter what happens, remember that I will always love you, Scarlett," he said to her.
~oOo~
"I won't let you take her away from me, Kathryn," he yelled.
"She's my daughter! I don't want your influence in her life!" Her mother yelled back at him. At six, Scarlett had resorted to covering her ears with her hands and pulling the covers over her head as her parents fought in their room across the hall. It was a nightly routine and Scarlett kept hoping that one day it would stop.
"She's my daughter too! You can't take her away from me!"
~oOo~
"Mommy? Where's Daddy?" Nine year old Scarlett was tugging at her mother's arm as she rushed around throwing their clothes into bags.
"Your father's not coming home anymore," she snapped at her.
"Not coming home?"
Kathryn stopped what she was doing and ran a hand through her hair before kneeling down to look at her daughter in the eye.
"Your father was in an accident, Scarlett. He's gone," she told her.
"Gone?" Scarlett echoed in a hollow voice. She was young but she knew what that 'gone' meant after the news of someone being in an accident. She'd seen it in the movies.
"Daddy's gone?" She asked.
"Yes and we have to go too," Kathryn responded, resuming her task. While her mother threw their clothes together, Scarlett wandered to her room and dug into the drawer next to her bed. Letting out a yelp of success when she found what she was looking for, Scarlett brushed off the box and opened the lid. On her eighth birthday, her father had given her a necklace. A gold heart necklace with an engraving on the back that read "The heart of a father is the masterpiece of nature."
Her mother had thrown it out but once she'd fallen asleep, Scarlett had dug it out of the trash and cleaned it with water before hiding it. If her mother found it, she would throw it away, so Scarlett kept it hidden.
"Scarlett!"
"Coming!" Scarlett called. She stuffed the necklace in her pocket and ran back to her mother's side.
~oOo~
"The heart of a father is the masterpiece of nature," Scarlett said to her mother. Her mother was being a pain again and had barred Scarlett from leaving the house.
"Why is it that at times like this you have to bring up your father's words?" Kathryn asked, pinching the bridge of her nose as her fourteen year old daughter glared at her from across the room.
"Because if Dad was here he would let me do what I want rather than tie me down and tell me I shouldn't be hanging out with friends," Scarlett shot back.
"I'm trying to watch out for you. Besides, you said you wanted a car for your sixteenth birthday and once you do then you can do whatever you want," she responded
"That's two years later! I want to go NOW!" Scarlett stomped her foot and glared at her mother.
"Scarlett-."
"NOW! NOW! NOW!" Scarlett yelled.
"Scarlett-."
"DAD WAS SO MUCH BETTER THAN YOU!"
"ENOUGH!"
Scarlett grabbed her stinging cheek before she looked up at her mother. Her mother was glaring at her and Scarlett blinked away the tears furiously.
"Why don't you understand? I'm doing all this for you," Kathryn said exasperated. Scarlett rubbed her sore cheek but said nothing, instead, pulling herself onto her feet she slowly made her way up to her room. She pulled the necklace out from underneath her mattress and hugged it close to her chest.
Her mother wasn't the same anymore. She was tougher and although she said she loved Scarlett, she didn't seem to show it. She hadn't even let Scarlett attend her father's funeral, saying that it was "a waste of time". Her feelings for her mother flip flopped between resentment and love but it wasn't enough to stop Scarlett from rebelling. She just wanted to do what she wanted.
"I miss you, Daddy," Scarlett whispered to the stillness of her room.
~oOo~
"I don't need you anymore," Scarlett said simply as she packed up her bags. She was leaving for university and now Scarlett would finally be on her own. Her mother watched her pack, her hands on her hips.
"You're not going to move out! You're university is just downtown!" She snapped at Scarlett. The latter rolled her eyes and threw the last of her belongings in the box and taped it shut.
"I've got my own place thanks to the savings my father left for me," she replied.
"I'm not letting you use that money!" Kathryn yelled at her.
"Too late. You have no legal hold on me now," she responded and slung her purse over her shoulder. "The movers will pick these up tomorrow. Bye."
Her mother was left standing in the middle of a room filled with cardboard boxes and it wouldn't be until two months later that her mother would come knocking at her apartment to sort things out and have a civil relationship with her.
~oOo~
"I'm sorry, Scarlett. But your mother didn't make it out of the fire," the doctor told her. Scarlett was wrapped up in gauze and moving hurt, but nothing compared to the pain and the guilt she felt when she realised that she was now alone in the world. She may not have gotten along with her mother, but she had always been by Scarlett's side. First her father, now her mother, Scarlett was lost.
"They were able to save this from the fire," the doctor said handing her a photo and Scarlett couldn't help the wail that escaped her as she looked at the picture in her hands of her parents. Both of whom were now so far away from her that no matter how hard she tried to call them, they would not hear her.
~oOo~
"I shouldn't say this but that Scarlett Rayer was a nasty piece of work," one of her neighbors said as they strolled past where Scarlett was standing near the tree, staring up at the burnt remains of her home.
"Poor Kathryn. She was a sweet woman that didn't deserve what came to her," the other lady responded.
"I'm glad she's gone though. At least she doesn't have to suffer the presence of her daughter anymore. I can't imagine living with a daughter like Scarlett. Always fighting, always rebelling," the younger one of the trio said.
"Oh hello, are you new to the neighborhood?" The lady that had first spoke asked when she looked at Scarlett. Dressed in a full sleeved shirt, jeans and her scarf wrapped around her face, it was no surprise they didn't recognise her.
"Ah…no. Just passing by when I saw this house," Scarlett replied motioning towards the house.
"Oh it was a tragic event. The woman who lived here was a sweetheart," she continued, smiling politely at Scarlett.
"The daughter on the other hand," the second lady said and the three sniggered while Scarlett's heart clenched painfully.
"I must be off. Have a good day!" She bid adieu to the ladies and strode away to the bus stop; her vision blurry due to the wetness that had pooled in her eyes.
~oOo~
"What name am I registering the business under?" The man asked her as she sat opposite him in his office.
"Kathryn's B&B," Scarlett replied. It was a new beginning for Scarlett and she wanted to start it off by honoring the person that she owed everything to. It was time for her to repent for her sins and hopefully lessen the guilt that loomed over her head.
"There you go. You're all done," he said, printing the papers and signing them. He handed over the papers to her and Scarlett filed them away before she exited. The city was busy but Scarlett was done with the busy life. From today onwards, she would isolate herself and let her loneliness be her companion.
As Scarlett wandered down the street, she noticed a small face pressed against the glass window causing her to halt in her tracks. A kitten stared at her with its big eyes and Scarlett remained rooted at the spot. Her eyes shifted up to see the "Pet Store" sign and without thinking further, she stepped in.
"Good afternoon!" The young boy at the far end of the store said cheerfully as he placed a snow white bunny back into its cage.
It hadn't taken her long and thirty minutes later, Scarlett let the store with her new kitten, Vitani, snoozing in her cat carrier.
~oOo~
"Are you sure there was nothing else?" Scarlett asked the doctor when she went in for her six month checkup. He shook his head in denial.
"The photo was all that the firemen handed me while you were unconscious. Everything else was destroyed," he told her. Dejected, Scarlett let him continue surveying her scars. After all this time, she finally lost her father's gift to her and now had nothing except the photo to remind herself that he had in fact been a part of her life at some point.
"Everything's looking good so far. But I don't think these will ever fade," he warned her.
"It's okay. They're a reminder of who I am," she said to him, looking down at her arms. She would never be the same again. Ever.
~oOo~
Pain.
It was the first thing she registered as she felt herself come around. There was an odd smell that hung around her and Scarlett cracked her lids open, only to shut them again from the harsh white light. She shifted but a sharp pain shot through her torso and she let out a groan. Something tugged at her hand and a vague voice said something. But it sounded so far away.
Her throat was scratchy and hurt to speak. She opened her eyes again slowly and blinked to allow her vision to adjust. Everything was white around her and Scarlett wondered if she was dead. But if she was dead, then why did it hurt so much when she tried to move?
Someone was touching her hair and she turned her focus onto whoever was standing next to her. The first thing she registered were the two oceanic orbs that were watching her with concern and relief mixed into one.
She was delirious. She was dead and she was seeing Dean's eyes…but when had Dean died? Why was she seeing him in heaven? Was she in heaven?
Her vision cleared further and her mouth cracked open when she saw Dean's face clearly in her line of sight. Her eyes swivelled around and as the haze around her mind cleared, Scarlett realised that she was alive. She was alive and she was in a hospital room with Dean standing next to her, stroking her hair.
Opening her mouth, she tried to say something but she was completely parched. Her throat felt as if someone had dumped sand into her mouth; the scratchiness barely letting her speak.
"Wa…er," she gasped out.
She didn't have to wait long as he lifted her head gently and held the glass of water to her lips. She drained the glass in one go, the liquid offering instant relief to her dry throat as it slipped down. Once she was comfortably back on her pillow, Scarlett looked at Dean. Her heart did a somersault and she tried to lift her arm to touch him. However, her body felt too weak and she could only moan as she tried to get close to him.
"What? What do you need, baby?" He asked quickly when he saw how agitated she looked.
"You," she rasped out.
"I'm right here, baby. Right here," he whispered to her, pressing his lips to her forehead. Scarlett revelled in the feeling of his lips against her forehead and hummed peacefully before she felt herself being pulled under again.
~oOo~
The next time she gained consciousness, she was met with a sleeping Seth as his head rested on his arms that were folded next to her on her bed, his fingers twined with hers. She smiled at the sight and reached over to touch his hair. He stirred and his eyes blinked open sleepily before they widened. He shot up to a seating position and gave her a dazzling smile.
"You're awake!" He cried happily. Scarlett smiled at him in return and once again requested water, to which he complied immediately.
Once she'd drunk her fill, Scarlett moved her body experimentally. Her torso throbbed but she could finally move her arms again.
"How long was I out?" She asked Seth after he'd sent a text to Dean about her being awake.
"Almost six days," he told her.
"And you guys have been here since?"
"Well today was our last day of leave. Hunter told us he'd have someone look after you while we went back to work tomorrow," Seth explained. Scarlett frowned and he immediately leaned forward to question why she was making that face.
"You shouldn't have missed work because of what happened," she said to him. Seth scoffed and pressed his lips to her fingers.
"If you think I'm goi-we're going to leave you alone in this state then you're mistaken," he said. Scarlett sighed and wiggled her fingers on her free hand experimentally. The door burst open and Scarlett's gaze connected with the sapphire blue before a smile split her face.
"Hi," she said shyly when Dean approached her bed. He crumbled to his knees next to her and pressed his forehead against hers.
"If you ever, and I mean ever, do that to me again, you'll have hell to pay," Dean said to her breathlessly. She smiled and revelled in the kisses her showered over her face. He was touching her so gently but it was enough for Scarlett. He was her with her, she was here with him.
The door opened again and Scarlett turned her head to see Roman walk in. He grinned at her when he saw her awake and Scarlett was taken back to what had happened six days ago.
"Glad to see you're finally awake, babygirl," Roman said to her as he bent down and kissed the top of her head.
"I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you," she said to him. He waved her off and that was when she noticed the bandage around his arm.
"Was that…Is that because of me?" She asked hesitantly. Roman looked down at his arm then up at her before he let out a laugh.
"Accidents happen. You had nothing to do with it, I just had to make sure I got you out before you went down with Punk," he said.
"Phil…oh my god…Phil! Dean, I sho-."
"No no, you relax. What happened in the past is none of my concern now," Dean cut across her when he saw the frantic look appear in her eyes as she turned her head towards him. "You need rest and the doc's on her way to check you over."
"No! Dean! I have to find Phil!" She said to him.
"You can't, baby. Punk went down with the house, remember?" Dean asked. An image of Phil's body catching fire and tumbling down the steps surfaced in her mind and Scarlett felt her throat constrict.
"But he knew about my father," she whispered hoarsely.
"What?" Seth asked. Scarlett looked up at Seth, then at Dean, and then at Roman, who had gone very still all of a sudden.
"You heard him too didn't you, Roman?" Scarlett asked him. "He said my father was alive."
"Punk was a psychopath, babygirl. He was probably spouting off nonsense just to try and get you over on his side again," Roman said, a hard edge to his voice. Scarlett furrowed her brows in confusion.
"But he said my father's words," she told them.
"What words?" Dean inquired.
"The heart of a father is the masterpiece of nature," she recited. Nobody would know what those words meant to her besides her father. If Phil had said those words, it meant that he had to have been telling the truth. The words were too specific and too precious to her.
"You're thinking too much about a psychopath's words, Scarlett. You need rest," Roman pressed. Dean and Seth looked between the girl lying in the hospital bed and their best friend. While Scarlett looked about ready to argue, a darkness was slowly edging its way onto Roman's face. But before anything could happen, the doctor strolled in with a bright smile on her face.
"Welcome back, Scarlett! How are you feeling?"
~oOo~
She hadn't been awake for more than half an hour and already she was asking questions. Roman should've known that even after everything, she would've remembered Punk's last words. The doctor had shooed them out the room to give her a full check up with the help of a nurse and now the three of them were standing outside the room. Roman's phone began to buzz and he excused himself from the other two to answer it.
"Is she awake?" Was the first question he heard.
"She's asking questions," Roman responded.
"You know the drill, Roman. If you fail, then you know what the consequences are," the man told him.
"I'll do everything I can," Roman said. The line went dead and he pocketed his phone, returning to the other two. Play time was over, now it was time for him to get serious.
~oOo~
"I want to keep you here for another week at the least," the doctor said to Scarlett as she ticked off something on her clipboard.
"No!" Dean snapped, shaking his head vigorously.
"Dean," Scarlett said, reaching for his hand to calm him down.
"I understand you want her with you, but I cannot let her travel in this condition," she said, nodding at Dean in understanding.
"I won't let her travel, but I'm not leaving her here in your care," Dean said with a tone of finality. Scarlett saw the slightly offended look that came over the doctor's face and she gave her an apologetic look.
"I assure you, Mr. Ambrose. We have an excellent sta-."
"We move her to Vegas. Move her to my home where I'll get my house help to take care of her around the clock until she gets better," Dean cut across her. This statement earned him a surprised look from Scarlett while the doctor's eye twitched in annoyance.
"She needs the care from trained nurses," she said.
"Esme is more than capable, thank you very much. Now. I'll personally be taking her to Vegas so I want her discharge papers ready by the evening," Dean said. The tone he used was one that Scarlett had never heard before but it left no room for argument and Scarlett wondered how the doctor was able to stand in one piece with the angry glare Dean had fixed her with.
"I'll make sure everything's in order," her tone was clipped and she turned on her heel and sped off.
"Would you calm down?" Scarlett asked Dean, rubbing the back of his hand with her thumb. He turned to look at her and sighed before shaking his head.
"I'd rather have you around people I know rather than people I don't," he told her, touching her cheek softly.
"I'm with Dean on this one. After what happened with Punk, you're safer in Vegas with Esme around," Seth piped up. She expected Roman to say something but the big man was leaning against the wall near the window, staring out the glass pane with a blank look on his face.
Knowing that it was futile to argue against the two of them, she leaned back against the pillows and shut her eyes.
~oOo~
The simple thought of leaving her here for a week drove him up the wall. There was no way he would leave her in the hospital where anyone could walk in. She would be safe in his home and Dean would be lying if he said he didn't want her there. He wanted his home to be hers, just how his heart was. It was just that he didn't know how to approach her with the subject.
She'd fallen asleep shortly after and the other two occupants of the room had decided to go back to the hotel and pack up their belongings. One quick call to Hunter had allowed him to make plans to get her to Vegas before returning on the road with the company.
He itched to take her into his arms but judging by the way she flinched every time she took a deep breath or the way she would gasp in pain whenever she coughed was enough to push him back. It hurt him to see her in pain and stand there helplessly. Taking her to Vegas and having Esme look after her was the only way Dean could think of helping her reduce her pain.
The doctor had come in earlier with a detailed set of instructions as well as some discharge information. The thought of being able to take her home put him at a little ease and when he signed the papers, Dean felt the knots in his stomach loosen. As long as she was within reach, he would be okay.
Now it was just a matter of waiting for the right time.
He knew he loved the woman lying in the bed in front of him. The problem was that he wasn't sure how to tell her or if she even felt the same way. They're relationship was still only a few months old, was it even okay to fall in love with her this early? Would it be okay if he told her? The thoughts kept buzzing in his head and Dean dropped his head into his hands.
He was screwed.
~oOo~
"Come here," Dean said, opening his arms to welcome her once he entered the room after she'd finished changing into a fresh pair of clothes, her scarf firmly in place. She limped towards him and he caught her body with ease as she slumped against him. He held her weight with ease and she buried her face into his chest.
"You're still weak," he said to her. Scarlett hummer and wrapped herself around his body.
"Do you trust me?" He asked after a few moments of just holding her. She nodded and looked up at him when he gently tugged at her scarf. It fell away leaving her face bare and Scarlett stared up at him in wonder. He leaned away from her to put the scarf in her bag and then cupped her face.
Scarlett felt the wind get knocked out of her when he swept his head down and pressed his lips against hers in a sweet and gentle kiss. It was the first time he'd kissed her since she'd woken up and Scarlett swooned at the contact. This was her heaven. Being in his arm, having his lips move against hers in unison, his body pressed against hers, his aura wrapping around her and mingling with hers.
"Would you take this step with me?" Dean whispered against her lips. She pulled away and looked up at him in wonder.
"Leave your scarf, Scarlett. It's time to let go," he said to her, holding her face. She continued gazing at him, her face void of any emotion.
"Please," he begged.
Scarlett pondered his words. Could she do it? The face she'd kept hidden from the world, could she bring herself to the light? Would she be able to handle the looks of disgust as people took in the sight of her face?
"Please let me have the honor of telling the world about you. Please," he pleaded. "I want the world to know about the woman who survived fate's cruelty, I want them to know that this is who I've chosen."
How he managed to make her panic and then calm her down with a few words was beyond her. But the genuine plea in his eyes had Scarlett digging deep within herself to find the answer. She needed to answer him.
How long the two stood there in each other's arms, they didn't know. Seconds ticked by as Dean kept his gaze trained on her face while Scarlett struggled to find the answer she sought. He'd offered her his hand to help her out into the light, a hand that she knew she would never be able to let go if she took it.
This was the man she loved. He made her question herself many times and he was the one that had been her strength in her fight against Phil. Her will had remained unbroken when Phil and Rico had delivered their brutal assault on her, even through the pain, she only sought him. And now, the man who had tip toed his way into her heart and stolen it asked her to stop hiding. He'd given her his strength and in return he asked for her trust, would she deny him that?
"Tell the world, Dean. Tell the world that I'm the one you chose," she said softly. He rewarded her with a kiss that stole her breath and sent her heart racing.
~oOo~
She'd forgotten how good the sun felt against her skin as the rays glided across her face when she'd stepped out of the hospital and onto the street. The warm gust of air tickled her hair and for the first time in five years, Scarlett began to feel the world around her. The softness of Dean's shirt against her cheek, the warm wind dancing across her neck, and the unique smells that hung around her. Her body had to familiarise itself with its surroundings once more.
Scarlett was huddled close to Dean as they made their way through the airport, partly due to her lack of strength and partly because it was the first time she'd stepped into the open without her scarf in such a crowded place. She steeled herself for the stares and the looks of disgust, but people barely seemed to notice her as they hurried along towards their own destinations. Occasionally, people would do a double take if they did look at her but whenever Scarlett awaited the horrified looks, all she got in return were smiles.
"Ah, we go this way," Dean said, motioning towards the left.
"Alright. We'll see you in Detroit, then," Seth said to Dean before he turned his attention to Scarlett. She wrapped her arms around Seth's neck when he eased her away from Dean. The scene was very familiar and Scarlett remembered how the four of them had departed in a similar fashion not too long ago when Scarlett had gone to Vegas for the first time with Dean.
"You take care of yourself, okay? And make sure you call me, or any of us, everyday and let us know how you are doing," he said to her. She smiled at him when he pulled back from her and he cupped her face, kissing her forehead.
"If you ever need anything, I'm just a phone call away," Seth said to her. He gave her one last smile before she was tugged into Roman's arms.
"Don't stress yourself over his words, Scarlett. I know you've been thinking about it but it'll only do you more harm than good," he said in a low voice so only she could hear. Scarlett peeked at him from where she was tucked away into his chest and then looked down at his chest.
"Why do you always see through me?" She asked. He never missed anything. Even with her worries about walking out into the world without her scarf, Phil's words had kept ringing in her ears and only Roman had picked up on that.
"It's what I do," was all he said before he gave her a squeeze and kissed the top of her head.
"Take care of yourself and get some rest," he said to her before he let her go and she leaned back against Dean as the two men waved and headed off.
"Let's get you home," Dean said to her.
~oOo~
Dean had tucked her into bed the moment they'd stepped into the house and Scarlett had immediately fallen asleep. When she woke up an hour later, she found Esme walking into the room with a box of her medicines and a bowl of soup.
"Hello again, Ms. Rayer! I'm so happy you're okay. It's time for your medicine so please drink this and then take them," Esme said happily as she set down the box of medicines on the nightstand and handed her the bowl.
"Tomato soup?" Scarlett inquired taking a whiff. Esme nodded and Scarlett lifted the spoon to her mouth.
"Dean?"
"Mr. Ambrose is in his room getting ready to leave. He is expected back to work later in the evening," Esme answered. Once Esme had departed, Scarlett set the bowl to the side and reached for the photo frame on the nightstand. She looked at the smiling faces of her parents and let out a deep sigh.
"I did it again. I survived another fire," she said to the picture. She stared at the photo, lost deep in thought. Her focus shifting to her father's face. Even though Roman had told her not to think about it, Scarlett couldn't help but wonder about Phil's words. Was her father really alive? Or was it, as Roman said, just another lie spouting from Phil's mouth?
Even though she wanted to, Scarlett didn't let the wick of hope flicker for her father's survival. He was gone. If he were alive, he would've tried to find her. She was his "Princess" and he'd always told her that he loved her. If he loved her, then he wouldn't turn his back on her like that. She dismissed Phil's words and shook her head before looking at the picture again.
"Tsk, tsk. Not again," she whispered as she realised the photo had shifted in the frame and was now at an odd angle.
"Scar?"
She looked up when Dean entered her room and Scarlett smiled at him, setting the photo frame aside and reaching for him. He chuckled and took a seat next to her, letting her latch onto him.
"Don't give me that look. It makes leaving you here twice as hard," he admonished her. Scarlett turned her head and caught his lips with her own. Dean let out a groan and broke free.
"Stop teasing," he growled at her, running a hand through his hair. Scarlett grinned and hugged him again.
"When will you be back?" She asked.
"Wednesday afternoon. I'm not making appearances at any of the house shows until you get better," he told her.
"Don't even think about arguing with me on that," he added when she opened her mouth to say something.
"Mr. Ambrose, your taxi's here," Esme called from the door. Scarlett pulled away from Dean to look at him and he let out a groan before kissing her soundly.
"I'm going to fucking die," he said once he broke from her. Giving her one last peck, he strode out the room and Scarlett hollered a 'goodbye' at him, chuckling when she got a grunt in response.
Scarlett hadn't wanted him to go either but she couldn't find it in her heart to stop him from doing what he loved. Countless times he'd told her what wrestling meant to him and not for one moment did that enthusiasm allow her to be selfish.
Reaching to her photo once more, Scarlett flipped the frame over and turned the knobs to lift it open.
A startled gasp escaped her and the photo frame fell from her grasp. The glass shattered as it fell against the floor and Scarlett's hands went to her mouth as she stared at the back of the photograph. The back that had been completely void of anything now had something written in red ink.
The heart of a father is the masterpiece of nature.
I started this story in February of last year and just over a year later, I'm posting the final chapter.
Yes. This is the final chapter to...well I'm sure you've noticed the change in the title so in other words, Chapter 50 brings us to the end of Book I of Inferno.
I had this story planned in advance and it gives me great joy to share that this series is in fact, a trilogy. We've wrapped up the first arc and now we'll take this journey further as we head on to the sequel, Inferno: Book II.
I just want to take this moment and say thank you to everyone that has been a part of this journey with Dean and Scarlett. Thank you for having faith in me and allowing me to entertain you with my writing. Thank you for sharing your thoughts with me along the way, telling me what upset you, what made you smile, made you cry. Thank you. This is a very humbling experience for me and I only hope to get better and better in order to continue entertaining you all with my writing.
I don't have the words to thank you enough for all the support you've all given me and I sincerely hope to see you when the first chapter of Inferno: Book II gets posted in the coming days.
This is only the beginning.
Yours truly,
K.