"What are you trying to say? Do you think he was not?" Demona asked her father, a frown pulling at her fine brows.
"when one comes here without being dead, then their body claims their soul after a while, so they return if they want. If he was not dead before coming here, then his soul was pulled back to his body." Zandres explained.
"then I have to go back to him. Vittoria will make their lives hell"
"Demona" Zandres called gently. "you are dead. You can't go back. This is not your battle anymore"
"I will find a way. I have to. This is not over" Demona said and left the room.
She disappeared from the room and appeared on the highest tower of the castle. She sat their for an immeasurable amount of time looking ahead at the great sea of fire.
