Malphus had taken a seat on another headstone, leaning his back as he stared down at his mother's headstone in deep concentration. His once beautiful mother had breathed the last of her remaining time after giving birth to the second child.
Since his step-mother had appeared in their lives, their lies weren't the same and it had changed his father. Infidelity came to his father as a first nature, forgetting his own wife whom he once loved to be replaced by a younger woman for her beauty. Malphus had come to not only hate the new woman's existence but also his father. He might have been young but his memory was bright as the sun that shone up in the sky right now. The voices at the back of his head were clear. The screams and cries clouding his ears as he sat with his back against the unknown's tombstone of the time when he was small.
