The only stitch I had to this reality is my son. Morgan was gone and yet almost with in my reach. Like a waking hell this world mirrors the world of the dead. Why I survived I'm not sure.
The words of my son have helped me to understand. I now know ...I am the Nemesis. The Nemesis to the curse, to the man that birthed this curse.
I will change the story as Grandfather wrote it. I will bring the Wesley Demons together to fight against his plans. His dominance and corruption. We will put a end to his era and begin a new.
Through a twist of unforseen fortune Morgan stands with me once again. The gates of Hell will tear open as we crash into them distroying them all. And this time when we die.....we go together.