He canted his wings to see them below, as warm and happy as the golden sun. How much things had changed since he’d first cut through these skies, seeing choking smoke and the sounds of battle and liberation.
“You see that, Cipher? That’s all you, and what you did for them,” his wingman chatted over, no doubt proud of his comrade.
But the Demon Lord could only shake his head, because those smiles below would not save them for what was coming, what they were flying out to meet.
And part two of this week’s Five Sentence Fiction challenge. Because those who have seen the worst parts of what the world can be can sometimes never find their place among those who haven’t.
I hope you all enjoy.