An exorcism

~Seraphim~

We were woken up with the news that Logan has escaped, I took my coat from the wardrobe, dropped Mom’s grimoire which I was reading, and went out past midnight, running down to the prison yard.

I stopped abruptly when an odd smell hit my nostrils and glance around the front of the prison stations.

I looked behind me if there was anyone around but I saw nothing something wasn’t right.

“Seraphim!” My father’s voice broke through my trance and his big hand tapped me over the shoulders.

“Father,” I called at an almost whispered and stared at him and whatever I had felt earlier was gone.

“Logan is gone.” His hand let go of my shoulders and he sighed, letting them fall to his side.

“How?” My eyes narrowed down the path, I did feel something around here. How did Logan escape?

“That has been what we were talking about, you know I would not have allowed you here but there’s something you must see. I think you would have an answer to it. Come with me.” He gestured for me to fo