Monreau's Daemon

Henry gave a nod and did what he could until his father could sit up and speak. He covered them and let the butler help with a few things. It was days of waiting as his mother rested on the sofa and his father on the other one. Henry took to sleeping in the room on the small rug near his mother. He never her side. They were both healing and that would take him. Late one afternoon Henry sat near his mother eating a snadwich when she woke and touched his hair and neck. Henry got up and hugged her gently. "Mom your alright. Orius took everything away, you and daddy will be fine now. He is still sleeping." He pointed to his father as she sat up and smiled.

"We will all be safe now. I know it. We are safe." She smiled and hugged her son and looked at Damions sleeping form knowing that she would never be without him ever again. Bond together in the darkest pits of hell they now shared the bliss of light and love. A son and a life they could now trust would be filled with joy and free of pain.