Wheeling Gull Isle sparrows

The devil ran rampant. On her tongue, he burned force of the fallen's voice, and he recoiled! A sinners action. A sinners call. Harboring within her, blood spilled from parasitical demons that fed from her skin. "In soul," he looked to the sky, a command of undying faith- loyalty, settled to chains of holy fire. "We are all anothers." There was no other way.

But in that moment, he saw something beyond the face of an irate mother, a sister bound in soul, or a weeping wife.

Judah, before them. Saran looked to the mother, hardened, spun with empathy.
Oh, Heda.
"Watch your daughter with care."
What had he seen?