Cyprus "Mars" Gray had been alone ever since his parents had been killed. None of the people his parents knew had even come for the funeral. He was alone after they died, he was alone for the funeral, and now he was alone in his efforts to track down their killer. None of his parents friends would bother. The demon, they claimed, was far too powerful for them and they'd rather not get involved. He knew, however, that the truth was that they simply didn't want to deal with an orphan who had emotional baggage.
That was fine with Cyprus, though; he'd just do it on his own. He had rebelled his parents before they died, sure, and now he had not the faintest clue of how he'd find the demon, but he would. He would find the demon, and he would kill it; he would avenge his parents and he then he would settle down with a perfectly respectable religious woman and start a family of his own.
These were the things he thought of, as he sat in front of the four tombstones. Joseph Gray, Marianne Gray, Demetrius Gray and Camellia Gray. He stared at the fifth tombstone, grave spot, which was completely empty, and briefly he thought that was where he belonged. Brushing those thoughts from his mind, he stood up and dusted off his jeans, adjusting his necklace so that it sat in front of his black tanktop and turned around, ready to finally get out of this city.
That was fine with Cyprus, though; he'd just do it on his own. He had rebelled his parents before they died, sure, and now he had not the faintest clue of how he'd find the demon, but he would. He would find the demon, and he would kill it; he would avenge his parents and he then he would settle down with a perfectly respectable religious woman and start a family of his own.
These were the things he thought of, as he sat in front of the four tombstones. Joseph Gray, Marianne Gray, Demetrius Gray and Camellia Gray. He stared at the fifth tombstone, grave spot, which was completely empty, and briefly he thought that was where he belonged. Brushing those thoughts from his mind, he stood up and dusted off his jeans, adjusting his necklace so that it sat in front of his black tanktop and turned around, ready to finally get out of this city.