Severn stumbled from the library, unsure if he’d go there, or where he’d go next. He wasn’t demon, not anymore. He was a ghost, a nameless phantom. He’d failed. Failed at everything. He was skree, and he loved his enemy. “I’m… angel,” he mumbled, falling into the elevator and slumping against its walls. “Angel…” Over and over, he said it, in time with the beat of his treacherous demon heart. “Angel… angel…” He’d lived the lies so long they’d become true.
