I wish I had never said those words: I want to take care of you. They were, in a sense, used against me by one who should have known better. Now I am left to care for the demonic brats he has left me with. Fool me once.

This role was not something I gladly accepted. I was aware of it at first, but I was blind–I did nothing to stop it. Our lives are separate now, both parties disappointed with the outcome, but for different reasons. I’d bet my life on that.

Thankfully, however, I do not share the same delusions as he does. Just a pair of demonic brats. For the time being they are little more than maggots. When they grow?

They’ll be just like him: beasts.

Nothing more than wild beasts.