Seeing the state his daughter Elizabeth was in, tears of blood streamed down Aiden's cheeks. His face was a mixture of helplessness, sadness, and rage. Nothing could accurately describe the pain that consumed him: seeing his daughter turned into a grotesque cauldron, dying in the most tragic and undignified way possible, and he, being so close, unable to do anything.
Now he had no doubt: Kael was a bastard of the demonic path.
But his doubts about Kael were minor compared to his doubts about himself.
Aiden didn't know how to feel. His insides were in chaos: emotions too complex, too heartbreaking to express.
All he wanted was to tear Kael's flesh with his own teeth, devour him alive like a rabid beast.
And yet, he couldn't even do that. He had him right in front of him, so close and yet so unreachable. In that moment, Aiden felt pathetic. Pathetic as a father, pathetic as a husband, pathetic as a human being.
What was the point of his life now?
