Seeing his townsfolk celebrate at the sight of his darkness swirling in the fire made his chest swell. He loved the home they had made. A realm safe for people who were persecuted in other realms if found out: demons, shifters, and even some human families… over the years, more and more humans had made their way underground through the shadows to find refuge here, spending their last dimes just to find a place where they were welcome. Even witches, no matter how much he didn’t trust them, had found a home in Shadowmyer. A place for the haunted misfits, as Millie had dubbed it.
