The ache, the hollowness, the ball of ice in his chest squeezing at everything inside him until breathing was a chore.
Caelinus wasn’t a stranger to that kind of loss; it had been that same grief that had pulled him into the terrible path he’d taken in the past. The path that had turned the farmer’s son turned soldier even darker to the role of a warlord. Anger hurt less.
Sometimes he wondered if he was better at being a beast than being a parent. He kept losing children.
The infernal was sitting alone on the floor, in front of a small empty nest, folding fancy little clothing he had to find something to do with.. he couldn’t keep it. He couldn’t take it.
He’d never know where Sunny was.
The other night dear, as I lay sleeping
I dreamed I held you in my arms
But when I awoke, dear, I was mistaken
So I hung my head and I cried.
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are gray
You'll never know dear, how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away
It seemed so cloudy today, but the weather seemed appropriate.