There's sometimes,
No words to express,
This growing pain,
That breaks you,
And it seems like,
You'd never heal.
But then,
What's the beauty of life,
If risks aren't taken?
Kale Dennison, 12 years old.
Cain's POV
"You said what?" I was livid. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The stupid minion shivering in front of me, sweating profusely. I laid languidly on the sofa, my head resting atop Debbie's laps. I could feel the anger soaring through my whole body, but I tamed it. I needed to hear what he had to say.
"I'm so..rr...y sir. I, I.. I couldn't stop him.. He was everywhere, I didn't know what to do, he was destroying everything in sight, I just couldn't__" I raised a hand, interrupting the minion, a lowerclass demon, as he sputtered pathetically. I wasn't one to condone such display of weakness, but still, I needed to hear what he had to say.