I know he’s here, I smelt his blood, other demons too. Seems like one of those weird cults, or something I don’t even know.
There are a few candles around the place, dimly lit. I keep following the screams, the screams of my father of my kind, being tortured. This whole place is like a torture chamber, it’s not meant to be used like this, it’s meant to be for fun…I guessed someone went and ruined that now.
I get closer and closer and closer, and there I see him..my dad, hanging upside down, with the blood rushing to his head. His clothes are torn everywhere, he’s beaten up, hurt, but I still recognise him. He looks and notices me.
“Lilith? Is that you?” he asks me.
“Yes, dad, I’m here, I’m here to rescue you” I reply.
