Redsand Canyon Like you held onto Light

There is a smile, soft, that it is almost hidden over the blackness of his features-inky lips on inky fur. He says the world would not be better and it is not often others think well of him. It reminded him of his time in the Bracken, with the two golden women long lost by him now. Skyward....

Heheh... A small chuckle breathing from parted inky lips and he shakes his head delicately at himself. You might be right there. The Gods had not shown him a sign he was doing right by them, but maybe that was their point. As a son of the Devil, they made to test him harsher then any else, to see his full worth. Maybe they wondered if he would break, as he had this day. But it would seem he had not fallen without getting back up, had he? It was he, Donovan (and Nyra literally) who had helped him back to his feet again. 

I guess I shouldnt feel I wasted my life trying to be good, whether I go to Hell or not...At least I tried, right? Slim shoulders then take a roll. It wouldnt be a life wasted by anyone I help, either. If, in the long run, the Gods didnt care of his efforts, at least all those he had tried to care for whilst living would remember the kindness which he had given.