Third Person P.O.V.
Michael fell asleep crying on his insanity's chest. The man only looked at the young boy pitying the two of them for how much they've been through. Tears slowly drip down to his chin and soft whimpers escape his lips as he stares wildly at the young boy in his arms.
It's been 200 years waiting for the right time. Watching over the two of you as you die over and over again. You're body deteriorating having your insanity stripped off from your sides. This time it'll be different. I have come back and she has awoken from her slumber. The two of you dying in this lifetime is unacceptable.
The man hugged the little boy tightly in his arms looking up and smiling wildly at the ceiling, a wicked smile plastered on his face as his tears turn into a thick black substance flowing down his neck, slowly staining his skin.
I'll do everything in my power to protect you and Violet. Just like I promised our mother.
