His body was cold.

I didn't understand, I didn't want to understand.

As I saw myself hugging his equally small cold figure, a rush of energy cursed through my veins. A memory.

The rose that I once held...the rose that doomed the both of us. It was coming back in one swift motion, paralyzing my body as I stared at the scene in front of me.

It was an unusual cold morning in Hell.

Mom and Dad were in a meeting somewhere around the castle, but I didn't pay it much mind. I was rather busy running around the halls with my best friend.

Nero and I would use our...