The Crown
The last thing that I remember clearly is, Vermilion coming between me and whatever the creature it might be. Everything after that was hazy and blurred out. I barely remember anything of what happened last night. And to my greatest surprise—up until now in the demon realm—as I open my eyes this morning, I am greeted by the high crystal-clear celling of Vermilion's palace and the bitting cold atmosphere. Morning light—which is blocked by the dense cloud hovering in the sky—filters through the curtains.
I jump up to a sitting position and look around 'my' bedroom, my eyes wide with a good kind of shock. I rub my eyes as if to make sure that I am not dreaming and still sleeping in the small shady tent in that field.
"H-How…?" I blurt out, my head struggling to keep up with the thoughts that are racing in it.
Where is Erick? And Edward?
