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.

sorry, but that's about it for

"Wahhh, no!"

"Nooo, I want more!"

the empty

He could only stop where

blank pages would fill, and he'd be able

Dad is being

their father's face. He

need to sleep. I'll read

"Well... okay."

on the father's face as he stared at the two of them, and just as he was about to leave, a soft voice

"Dad."

is

his daughter staring at him with a hint of curiosity

long is left of the

question, the father lowered his head to stare at the book in his

lot left

"A lot left?"

Lyla's eyes widened.

to become the

gently caressing the cover of the book. "But there's still so much to

"Uh."

couple of times, seemingly having a hard time

Jezebeth isn't

things," he answered, musing over his words. "A main character is a central character who we experience the story through. In a way, you can say everyone is their own main character. It

"Oh.. uh."

furrowed, having a hard time