A Conclave in the Night That Remains Eternal

I'll take that as a promise! Damien is about to be twice as sad. :(

Damien hugged the ghost's leg once again, this time tightly as he sobbed some more. There were things he hated in life. One of them, was sticky glowworms, but an absent parent was by far the worst.

Damien had started to show some big sentimentalism through his early life, the kind that soon would teach him that the universe's only purpose was to make things difficult, the kind that would teach him the necessity of becoming a tough, cold-hearted man. "Pwomise." Damien repeated, trusting the arctic wolf's words with his tiny beating heart.