The Author's POV

Epilogue — The Author's POV

"Jezebeth's movements became calculated and precise, his attacks aimed not just at causing damage, but also at creating distractions and openings. He maneuvered with finesse, avoiding lethal strikes by the slimmest of margins and countering with all the strength he could muster. Every strike he landed served to weaken his opponents and sow seeds of doubt in their minds..."

A soft voice echoed within the confines of a small room. Soft pastel hues adorned the walls of the room, creating a soothing atmosphere while the air was filled with the delicate scent of lavender.

"Having just ascended to Duke rank, Jezebeth shed the cloak of insignificance. Though not yet the epitome of strength, he steadily ascended toward that pinnacle. With an unwavering determination, he set his sights on a lofty goal, impervious to any obstacles, even those who dared stand in his path. No one could stop him."

Settling himself comfortably in a plush armchair, the man's warm and inviting voice captivated the attention of the two children nestled in the bed before him. The two pair of blue eyes blinked with anticipation as they eagerly listened to the story.

Soft lamplight illuminated the room, casting a cozy glow that enveloped them all. The sight was a very warm one.

"Jezebeth smiled softly as he stared at the four figures that stood before him, his calm gaze settling over each and every one of them. 'I get it, hunting demons is fun. I previously didn't understand why you'd try to hunt us. Is it really that fun? What's so fun about hunting those weaker than you when they've done nothing to you?'"

"But he soon nodded his head and spoke. 'I didn't quite understand it back then, but now I do.' He pressed his hand forward, and the expression of the four individuals changed dramatically. But it was already too late as the space around them showed signs of distortion. 'Hunting,' Jezebeth licked his lips, his hand twisting in one motion. 'Is a lot more fun than I thought.'"

"Waaah!"

"So cool."

The children opened their eyes in astonishment. They were both about five years of age, and their cute little faces couldn't help but twinkle with excitement at the story that was being told to them.

"What happens next!"

"Dad, don't stop!"

Their hearts beat with excitement as they looked at their father with a certain level of eagerness. Sadly for them, their father shook his head.

but that's

"Wahhh, no!"

"Nooo, I want more!"

but there was nothing the father could do. Lowering his head and staring at the empty pages in front of him which were slowly being filled with words, he could only

He could only stop

would fill, and he'd be able to continue where he left

Dad is being a

their father's face. He was truly helpless on

to sleep. I'll read

"Well... okay."

smile appeared on the father's

"Dad."

What is

he turned around, he found his daughter staring at him with a hint of curiosity in her deep blue eyes that resembled

long is left

in his hands before slowly closing

lot left to the

"A lot left?"

Lyla's eyes widened.

isn't Jezebeth about to become

He answered, gently caressing the cover of the book. "But there's still so much to tell, and characters to meet. The story is still at its beginning

"Uh."

her eyes a couple of times, seemingly having a hard time

isn't

over his words. "A main character is a central character who we experience the story through. In a way, you can

"Oh.. uh."

having a