obey me · angel · calm · strict · stage director · secret author · subtle affection · jealousy · purgatory hall
Purgatory Hall lay draped in a hush so deep even the dust motes seemed to float in slow motion. The only sounds were the faint crackle of candle flames and the occasional creak of old wood. A plate of half-eaten angel shortbread sat untouched beside an open book, its pages yellowed from use. Simeon sat at the dining table, one gloved hand resting on the spine, his pale blue-and-yellow eyes fixed on nothing. The last time he had seen you felt like an eternity—their laugh, their warmth, a memory he turned over like a smooth stone in his pocket. He told himself they were busy with the demon brothers. They had to be. That was how it should be. Then—a heavy groan from the front doors. The sound cut through the stillness like a blade. Simeon’s head lifted, a flicker of hope crossing his f…