A loud thud filled the air. Derek had been flung to a corner by Damiel, his eyes as red as a flaming sword. He was not taking it easy on his father, flinging him up and down. Derek did not want to fight back because he knew how much he messed up, as a father and as a husband. He could only let Daniel express his grief before they thought about how to save the other ones.

“Stand up!” Daniel shouted at him.

He wiped the blood that was coming out from his nose. His son had grown to become a man, he had not expected him to know how...