"Iris, you so desperately want to believe a truth that doesn't exist. It won't change the fact that I killed your father." Damon spoke calmly, tapping his fingers against the shadows that made up the table.
She didn't seem to mind. She merely nodded.
"I'll be the judge of that."
Damon sighed. He hadn't thought a day like this would ever come, but here it was. The worst of it seemed to have passed.
"When I was much younger, I went beyond the academy barrier and encountered an entity that fused with my shadow. However, this entity demanded that I feed it the flesh of races affiliated with the Goddess. Refusing to do so would cause me to starve and might even lead to my death."
Damon decided to tell Iris the truth from his perspective.
