Her answer was nothing like he expected. The little girl...how did she know about that? It was<span style="font-style: italic">his</span>memory and his only!<br/><br/>"How...how can you know that? Th - this is impossible!" Suddenly anger filled him. His thoughts became a violent whirlwind in his hitting his head from the inside making his soul ready to burst. Damien's hand moved on its own, grasping at her hair, his fingers clawing her head. He flicked her head away...<br/><br/>"Shut up! Shut up you filthy whore of a witch! You know nothing! You are nothing! You and your whole tainted kin! I will hunt you all, kill you all and let your bodies rot and eaten by vultures!"<br/><br/>His hand grabbed her neck tightent more and more aroud.<br/><br/>"You read my thoughts, didn't you? You think you have God under you skirt, don't you?" He shook her by the neck and let her go.<br/><br/>"You killed my father! You sacrificed him under you foul rituals and you will pay for it! All of you!" Damien took his knife out ready to finish of his hostage.<br/><br/>"That little girl you speak of was a filthy-"<br/><br/>A flash of memory hurt his mind. He backstepped...<span style="font-style: italic">'That little gir'</span>he thought. His heart started pounding. The feeling of the little girl sobing and weeping in front of the silver knife, the little boy with his right hand trembling as he was moving the knife closer. His mind was recalling them all again. Another step back. His hand lowered, the knife fell leaving short sounds of metal as it hit the floor. There was nothing twisted in that little kid and Damien knew what twisted looked like after all these years hunting. He could tell the difference between foul and innocent. Many witches tried to act innocent before but he could<span style="font-style: italic">feel</span>the difference. The little girl wasn't a witch, and now her soul was haunting his very thoughts.<br/><br/>Damien approached his captive and crashed before her on his knees. "That little girl was innocent, wasn't she? He looked at her eyes. The same look. She wasn't bad. But how was this even possible? She was a witch! He didn't care anymore... "You are innocent...but; how?"<br/><br/>His hand erased a spot from the protective virvle he had drawn to keep her from using her abilities. "Make it go... Make it go! How do I repent?" he said grasping from her skirt.<br/><br/>After all these of blond pride. After all those horrible killings he did...was there a way back for him? It felt like truth was wearing a mask for so many years, driving him into the madness of seeking blood...Was there a way back?