(Lazarus)
I didn’t know what to say to her. I didn’t want to ruin the bond I was trying to create, but I needed her to know who I really was.
“You may as well tell her; she has known about Sin this entire time.” Abigail informed me.
“You knew Sin was a demon?” I was livid. How was she still ok with him knowing what he was?
“He trusted her with it unlike someone I know.” Abigail accused, narrowing her eyes.
“So, you know about Sin?” Amaya asked, as if she was trying to piece together a puzzle.
I sighed and rubbed the back of my neck, “I am his younger brother.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” she yelled, betrayal written on every feature. “If you are using me in some twisted sibling feud, I will lose it.” She snapped, her voice shaking.
“It’s more complicated than that.”
“Wait if you are a demon, Samuel. Why are you helping the pastor?”
“My name is actually Lazarus, and I am not helping of my own accord.”