Present
Adam Streifth
Henry… The man who instilled value in my life. Now, he’s losing his. No vampires live, Christopher makes sure as he walks around with his sword, stabbing any who might still have a beat in their heart. So many bodies and body parts lay scattered throughout the meadow. What this place must have been like before Belzaar fell.
I can’t help but think Christopher hasn’t processed anything that’s transpired in the hours before Henry was cut through by Hanson. Even I can’t subdue my anger enough to properly comfort Henry in the last minutes he has remaining.
“Adam… My son… “
“I’m here, Henry… I’m here.”
Henry reaches for my hand,
“Well, my boy… “
Henry coughs as he tries speaking, spitting up blood as he does.
“I think… I think I’m dying… what an unusual sensation. “