Chapter 144 Epilogue

• Zillon hesitantly patted the tombstone he stood before, fingers shaking. He didn’t want to be here or rather, he was afraid to be...
• Beside him, his mother stood and behind them were Celeste and the kids...they were three years old now and somehow, Celeste had got them into practically forcing him to come here.
• ‘Grandpa...’ they had said, that evil, little smile smothered across their face. He really didn’t know how such devils slipped from an angel’s womb and he would never know.