Liliana's POV
A boisterous crowd had gathered at the ancient stone chapel built on the grounds of the Romanian castle. Candles lit the pathways leading to the intricate structure. It was the same sacred building where Darick had witnessed the baptism of his sister Felicia centuries ago. Nevertheless, he insisted on returning with his wife and child to the grand citadel where his human-formed life had begun.
In the week before the ceremony, a handful of elders had flown in and attended the service marking the final resting of Felicia Asmodeus. It had been at the insistence of Darick to properly bury his sister's body in the last place it was known that she had been truly happy.
The aged remains had been carefully placed in a sarcophagus made by one of the elders. It was a being that had also known Felicia before the hatred for Darick had eaten her soul away.