My mother was a warrior of the light. A demon slayer, and a protector of the truth. She fought demons, and falsities wherever she could find them. She stood up to blasphemy, profanity, and all shapes and forms of immorality; every chance she had. I say every chance she had, by which I mean every single time she encountered the slightest trace, or signs of … Continue reading My Mother the Warrior of Light (Short Story)