Taking a glimpse of ‘his’ hell [1]

"What a pitiful child."

My vision returned to what it was prior to the visions after the demon took his hand from Melissa's head. 

I didn't know exactly how long had passed, but during the time where I was looking through Melissa's memories, it felt as if years had passed by...of course, I knew that it was only my imagination. 

Thud—!

During the time that my vision returned, Melissa fell to the ground on both knees. Her complexion looked rather pale as what seemed to be tears flowed down the sides of her eyes.

I couldn't blame her. 

Relieving what she was desperately trying to hide and forget, and knowing that the closest people she knew were also watching her deepest secrets...

'Shit.'

I could tell exactly what she was feeling. 

Lowering his body, the demon stood at eye level with her. 

Patting her head, he gently spoke to her.