Among the seven major cities of the Demon Realm, each with its own distinct style, Rhodheoga was by far the most prosperous.
No sooner had we entered than we saw the dark knights under the command of the archdevils marching in tight formation, followed by the fallen angels and dark mages with their wings unfurled. The Demon Realm’s melee units were divided into infantry and knights. Knights often held noble titles, with archdevils reigning supreme among them. Intelligence-based units were split into mages and sorcerers—the latter led by fallen angels. Though the title of sorcerer matched that of knight in name, their actual standing was inferior, as the demons valued brute strength over magical prowess. Mammon was a quintessential example of this philosophy. Unlike the knights, however, he never wore armor into battle—clearly a gesture of contempt toward angels.
In terms of classification and hierarchy, the demon army was far more nuanced than the divine one. Yet due to cultural fragmentation, their cohesion lagged behind that of the divine race, and it was notoriously difficult for any one general to command across racial lines. Even so, they were already more than formidable. And Lucifer never showed his full hand. I knew that before his Fall, his divine power measured five-sixths that of God, but what it had become now remained a mystery. I had pored through countless historical records, only to confirm that, back then, he had once annihilated an entire army with a single, ultimate spell. That, too, had been before the Fall.
The streets teemed with people. A chorus of chatter filled the air. Most had their eyes fixed on the angelic troops I brought with me, no doubt still finding us novel. After all, demons who’d never seen the battlefield had likely never seen an angel.
Hanniah cast uneasy glances at the bystanders, cleared his throat, and stood straighter.
A fallen angel shot a flare into the sky. Lucifer glanced back at me, hesitated for a moment, then walked over and said, “I’ve arranged for your lodging in Pandemonium. Would that be acceptable?”
I nodded. “Much obliged, Your Majesty.”
Mammon trotted up beside him, grinning. “Dad, never thought you’d be so generous when it counts.”
“You greedy little punk. You think I’m anything like you?”
“Hey—Dad…!” Mammon looked around, then glanced at me, slightly embarrassed.
Lucifer offered a faint smile. In the moonlight, his fair skin looked all the more bewitching.
I stared at him without blinking, until, without meaning to, our eyes met. Startled, I quickly looked away. In that stolen glance, I caught a glimpse of my own long hair, which had turned a faint wine-red in the night.
After the welcome procession ended, several dragons soared down from the skies. Leading them were none other than Kongo and his wife. I chuckled quietly, but the memory flashed back—Lucifer and I, in the darkness of the dragon’s lair, locked in a kiss neither of us could control.
Now, he walked ahead of me, never looking back unless he had to speak, as distant as if we were strangers meeting for the first time.
Kongo hauled the long carriage to a halt in the center of the road. The towering baroque buildings on either side caught the faint gleam of firelight. Lucifer gestured for me to enter. I gave him my thanks and stepped into the carriage with Hanniah. The door closed. Lucifer, Lilith, and Mammon boarded Anglu’s carriage. My troops took their seats in the remaining dragons’ cars. The dragons spread their wings and took to the skies.
Under the deep black heavens, the stars of the galaxy encircled the thriving imperial capital. Ornate buildings, fluttering banners, and towering the Pillar That Holds Up The Sky adorned the skyline. Pandemonium lay stretched like a sleeping dragon, slumbering at the heart of Rhodheoga’s prosperity.
All that before us felt surreal, yet the edge of the demon capital still remained out of sight.
Black dragons flew overhead, their wingbeats pounding like war drums.
I turned instinctively, gazing through the carved window at the retreating view: beneath the boundless night sky, the stars looked like a cascade of silver sand across the world. Through the window of the carriage ahead, I saw Lilith and Mammon chatting happily behind Lucifer. He sat before them, looking in my direction.
A shooting star flared across the sky, so brief, vanishing before one could react.
I shifted slightly, resting my hand on the window frame. But Lucifer only glanced at me, expression calm, then turned away with a small smile to continue chatting with his wife and son, leaving behind nothing but the curve of a beautiful, indifferent profile.
For a moment, my heart twisted, caught in a knot of jealousy and self-loathing. I lowered the curtain and leaned back against the seat.
Behind me, Hanniah murmured in awe, “Father… the Demon Realm is far more beautiful than I ever imagined.”
“It is beautiful,” I said, and even I could hear how cold my voice was.
“How about we stay here a little longer? I really like it here!”
“That’s not something we can decide.”
“Then I’ll ask God for permission, alright? He’ll definitely say yes!”
“Silly child. Don’t be willful.”
“I’m not being willful! The longer we stay, the more we can learn. I heard there’s a library here in Rhodheoga so massive it defies belief. I was just thinking of going in a few days… Oh, right, Father, don’t you look up to His Majesty Lucifer? Why are you so distant from him?”
I shook my head, unable to even smile. “I’m tired today. We’ll talk another time.”
Hanniah nodded obediently and went back to admiring the view outside the window.
The black dragon came to a halt in front of Pandemonium’s main gate.
The front courtyard was surprisingly grand, grander even than that of the Seraph Palaces. As we disembarked, what greeted us first was a sweeping vista of water. Fountains of strange and twisted shapes joined one after another, forming a vast, deep blue mirror, so wide it lay still without a ripple. Black roses filled the water garden, and their petals and leaves floated on the surface like delicate skiffs adrift at sea. Dew clung to the blossoms, each droplet glowing with a cool, ice-blue halo.
Pandemonium’s main color scheme resembled that of the afterglow at dusk. The massive pillars supporting the gates were entwined with statues of archdevils, their bone wings spread boldly outward. At the Grand Hall entrance stood a dense formation of upper-class demons. As soon as we stepped down, they called out in unison, welcoming the emissaries of the divine race to the Demon Realm.
Lucifer led us into the Grand Hall. The crystal-like floor seemed especially fragile, the echo of footsteps ringing like breaking glass.
At the far end of the vast corridor lay the main audience chamber. The hallways were so open that one could almost hear the wind weeping. The throne stood atop the highest tier of steps, at the very back of the chamber.
Lucifer finally turned around. “Your Highness Michael, you and your adjutant will stay in the western wing of my personal quarters. The rest of your legion will be housed in the south courtyard, in the Hall of Ghana. There will be a banquet in two hours to welcome you—do attend.”
I thanked him once more.
Lucifer glanced at Hanniah, then smiled politely. “You must be Hanniah.”
Hanniah, guarded against no one, beamed brightly. “Yes, I am Michael’s son. It’s an honor to meet Your Majesty Lucifer, Your Majesty Lilith, and Your Highness Mammon.”
His manners were impeccable—so much so that Mammon burst out laughing behind us.
“Hello, Hanniah,” said Lilith warmly, her gaze soft. “Hanniah, God’s Beauty. You’re not only handsome, but with such a lovely name too. You know, His Majesty once told me he liked your name very much.”
Lucifer frowned slightly. “Lilith.”
“So that’s how it is. Even the Demon King gets shy.” Though Lilith’s beauty was mature and seductive, the way she looked up at Lucifer was filled with a girl’s pure affection.
Throughout the exchange, Lucifer never once looked at me. Nor did he say anything tender to Lilith. And yet the sight that this night-born enchantress, whose presence alone could command the air like a queen, suddenly turning into a clingy little girl beside him… Just watching the way she looked at him made my chest ache unbearably.
………… ……
We took up residence in the Hall of Baisiel.
The chandeliers glowed gold. Mirrors sparkled. Thick velvet curtains pooled on the floor, giving the whole interior a sense of overwhelming luxury. From the east window, one could see all of Pandemonium. To the west flowed the Solor River, winding around the city. The south window offered a view of the largest arena in the Demon Realm, while the north faced a massive cathedral.
No sooner had we sat down than a lesser devil knocked at the door. “Would Your Highness Michael like a newspaper?”
I asked for a copy of the Rhodheoga Times and sipped tea while waiting for the banquet hour to arrive.
Newspapers in the Demon Realm were rather enchanting. At first glance, they looked like long scrolls printed on aged parchment. The calligraphy was elegant, mimicking Lucifer’s handwriting. The images were animated with magic: on the front page, a dark mage stood atop a giant stone, holding a glowing bundle of magical light aloft. The lights floated upward, and in the air above bloomed a vast field of flowers.
The headline read: Bladesong Steppe transformed into Hanging Gardens, Hair of the Demon Realm to be completed soon.
The second edition of the paper was still covering the same story. The image showed Lilith holding onto Lucifer’s arm, surrounded by hundreds, if not thousands, of journalists capturing the moment with magical photography, printing the photos on the spot as they walked into the grand ceremony. The article reported that Lucifer’s decision to build Sandshell for Lilith had sparked controversy. Some argued the Demon Realm was still incomplete, and to divert such vast manpower and magic for personal use was unjustifiable. Others countered that Lucifer was the Sovereign of the Demon Realm—without him, there would be no Demon Realm to speak of—and thus he had every right to enjoy such luxuries.
Lucifer himself made no comment, but his face practically gave off one message: Mind your own damn business.
That petty, prideful old man was still this willful even now. Who knew if he’d ever soften, even just a little.
But the more I thought about it, the less fair that seemed. For someone to be so attentive to the one he loved, that was already a form of gentleness. He just didn’t like to put sweetness into words.
“Your Highness Michael, you’re still sitting here daydreaming? Did you forget all about the banquet?” I looked up to see Mammon leaning against the doorway, arms crossed.
“Didn’t they say it was in two hours?”
“You really have no sense of time. There’s only half an hour left.”
I got up and pulled the curtain aside. Sure enough, the clock tower’s hands were approaching seven.
Something caught my eye, a massive cathedral. I pointed toward it. “What’s that?”
“The Cathedral of Bones.”
“The Cathedral of Bones?”
“Ha! Didn’t think there was something even you didn’t know. The ceiling and walls are decorated with bones, strung together like garlands. Took thirty thousand demon corpses to complete.”
I stared. “Demon corpses?”
“It was finished over five thousand years ago. Most of the remains belonged to fallen angels who couldn’t adapt to the Demon Realm and died. There were too many bodies back then, so Samael decided to use the unburied remains to decorate the cathedral. The names of those identified were etched into a monument outside the gates of Rhodheoga… Wanna see it? I can take you.”
What’s so entertaining about piles of bones? I folded up the paper and stood. “Let’s go to the banquet first.”
With Hanniah and the angelic legion in tow, we headed toward the main audience chamber of Pandemonium. Hanniah, gazing at the majestic palace, couldn’t help but exclaim, “Father, when we return, let’s recommend building something like this in Heaven.”
Mammon replied, “Your Highness Hanniah, could you maybe stop saying dumb things? Look at the terrain. Heaven is only good for rigid Gothic structures.”
Hanniah said seriously, “There’s nothing Father and Father God can’t accomplish. You’ll see.”
Mammon shrugged. “I don’t mind if you live in a fantasy world, just don’t drag me into it.”
I quickly cut in, “Alright, let’s leave that debate for later.”
Upon entering the hall, all that could be heard was the flow of wine, the clinking of crystal glasses, and the soft shuffle of footsteps. Everyone kept their voices low; the ladies covered their mouths with fans when they laughed.
Lucifer and Lilith stood on the steps before the throne.
Lilith was quite different from the woman I’d known before, far more subdued now. Her long black hair was elegantly pinned up, with curled strands falling over her temples. Her makeup was heavier than when she’d received us earlier, making her appear more dazzling and seductive.
After clinking glasses with Lucifer, he lowered his eyes and bent to touch her lips.
Her slender fingers gently clasped the back of his neck, and they kissed atop the crowd.
There was an unspoken ease between them. Any more would’ve been too blatant, any less too distant—every motion practiced, every gesture just right. Elegant to the point of envy.
All seven Satans were present. Azazel, Samael, and Sariel—Lucifer’s Three Musketeers—were gathered and chatting in one corner. When Lucifer saw us, he immediately descended the steps with Lilith. “Our honored guests have arrived.”
Mammon stepped up beside him, joining the crowd in polite applause.
I turned back and quietly told my angels, “The demons speak bluntly. When in their realm, adapt to their ways. Endure what you can.” The angels nodded in unison.
We walked forward. I inclined my head to Lucifer in formal greeting, and he returned the gesture.
Lilith looked at me with her large, beautiful eyes. “What does Your Highness Michael think of the Demon Realm?”
Best not to answer such questions directly. I deflected with the child. “That’s well known already. Hanniah likes it here quite a bit.”
Hanniah, ever the innocent, nodded dutifully.
Both sides, demon and divine, seemed satisfied with my reply. Everyone had their own opinions, after all. Even Lilith smiled with contentment. But Lucifer wasn’t so easy to please. He raised his brow and said with casual laziness, “So, Your Highness means to say the Demon Realm is the finest of the three.”
His bold, sharp tone caught me off guard. Last time Gabriel visited the Demon Realm, Lucifer had barely acknowledged her. This time, perhaps he was pleased with the delegation head and decided to show up personally, but one wrong step, and I’d fall hundred times harder than Gabriel ever did.
Sure enough, the divine camp grew uneasy. Hanniah was the first to speak up, visibly upset. “That’s not right. Though the Demon Realm is strong, it lacks light.”
I shot him a warning look, but he ignored me, staring stubbornly at Lucifer.
Lucifer smiled faintly, but it was me he was watching. “And you’ll see the light if you stay in Heaven?”
He was smiling, yes, but his aura was overwhelming. Hanniah tried to stand tall, but still instinctively shrank back.
Lucifer’s expression remained unreadable. He simply stared at me, like a lucid and dangerous predator waiting for a response. I gently tugged Hanniah’s sleeve to reassure him, then looked up and said, “Your Majesty, God has no intention of punishing you. Otherwise, He would never have sent us here.”
“Punish?” Lucifer echoed, amused. “That’s a fresh word. Your Highness Michael, no one can punish me, except myself.” He paused, speaking with serene composure. “There isn’t only one God in this world. Every person is their own god.”
At that, the demon crowd erupted in cheers. Lilith gazed at him with rapt admiration, lightly linking arms with him.
Samael called out, “Quite right, Your Highness Michael. Save the chains for when you’ve actually beaten our Lord.”
Sariel added, “Whether or not God loves all, He acts like it all the same. Our Lord is different—he loves only those who deserve it. Not the ungrateful.”
My angels were loyal. Though angry, they held their tongues. They knew the entire exchange would be recorded in the Heavenly news. Everyone could sense how delicate my position was. I had only two options: either swallow the insult and risk looking weak, or defend Heaven’s dignity and throw the realm back into turmoil. In short, no outcome would serve both justice and peace.
But I chose a third path.
“I apologize, Your Majesty. I have no intention of clashing with you on this matter.” I wiped the sweat from my palm against the hem of my robe and answered calmly, “Still, no matter how powerful the Demon Realm may be now, the fact remains—you once lost to me. That’s not in dispute. I thank you for helping secure my place in Heaven today, and you should thank me for the strange twist of fate that helped secure yours in the Demon Realm. Therefore, this exchange between us, is between equals.”
Behind me, I heard a few angels quietly gasp. I had just voiced the truth everyone knew but dared not say. Even the demons, who had been merely watching the show, turned serious. Some of their gazes now carried a touch of hostility.
Lucifer paused, then offered a small smile. “Naturally. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have come to greet you myself.”
I hadn’t expected him to yield so easily. Relief washed through me, and I spoke more lightly, “Then I am truly honored by Your Majesty’s recognition.”
Lucifer snapped his fingers, and someone brought over two glasses of red wine.
The Demon Realm’s alcohol was infamous for its potency. I still remembered the white liquor from Kriya that Raphael once drank, its unforgettable strength. And among the famed high-proof liquors of the Demon Realm, Kriya’s was considered mild.
I wasn’t a heavy drinker, but I’d always appreciated fine wine. Just the scent of these glasses was enough to tell me: this was a thousand-year-old vintage from the Laim estate, utterly priceless.
“To let go of all unpleasantness—let us raise our glasses to the arrival of the Archangel,” said Lucifer, lifting a glass of red wine and downing it in one go. The others around him followed suit, echoing the toast.
The demons, with their robust constitutions and heavy palates, were accustomed to alcohol far stronger than what any angel could handle. Though their wine was exquisite in flavor, it was nearly undrinkable for the divine race.
I forced myself to swallow the entire glass. The burn in my chest was like fire, leaving me gasping. But before I had time to adapt to the strength of it, Lucifer had already ordered a second round—two glasses of vintage from the Rhodheoga vineyard, dated to the year 4200. He raised his glass again, offering me a faint smile. “To the prosperity and friendship between Heaven and the Demon Realm.”
By the second glass, my head was ringing. Nausea surged up from my gut.
And yet these demons treated red wine like mineral water. Lucifer lifted a third glass, his expression relaxed as ever. “To the charming angel, Hanniah.”
Lucifer had already been legendary for his drinking when he was still in Heaven. Now that he’d become a demon, it was on another level; he drank like even these were plain water. I had underestimated him. His earlier concession had been nothing but setup for this moment’s payback.
Once Lucifer had finished his round of toasts, others began their own. One toast after another, I soon found it hard even to stay upright. The angels behind me tried to step forward and take my place, but I waved them off and faced the flood myself. Thankfully, the rest weren’t as unscrupulous as Lucifer; each only offered a single toast, though the reasons were absurd: after toasts to Heaven and the Demon Realm came toasts to wives and children, and when those ran out, to the weather and geography. At last, someone even proposed, “To Lord Azazel’s ever-expanding list of lovers!” followed by, “To Her Majesty Lilith’s stunningly beautiful breasts —”. I was astounded Lucifer didn’t strike him down right then and there.
After the onslaught, I forced my eyes open, trying to maintain composure, only to see someone about to make Hanniah drink. These people really were ruthless, even targeting my precious son. He could get tipsy from juice, how could he possibly drink wine? I rushed over, grabbed the glass and said I’d drink it myself. Just as I tilted my head to down it, a hand snatched my wrist and took the cup away.
Mammon drank it in one go, face unflinching like his father’s. “Stop being ridiculous. You’re already drunk.”
“I’m not.” My brain was now too slow to keep up with my mouth. It took a moment to form the rest of my sentence. “I’m not, I’m not.”
Hanniah looked like he was about to cry. “Father, how could they bully you like this?”
Mammon was visibly annoyed. “No one bullied him. He did this to himself. If you can’t drink, say so. No one would force you.”
Typical Mammon. Still a brat. What did he know?
Everything I endured tonight was for the sake of keeping peace, at least for now. My greatest fear was that even if I drank myself to death, Lucifer would remain unsatisfied, and still build up his forces to massacre Heaven.
I staggered to the window and leaned on the frame, feeling like I was going to vomit. I rolled up my sleeve and pressed down on my burning chest, trying to catch my breath.
Lucifer glanced this way—casually at first, but then his gaze lingered.
Alcohol truly was a fool’s courage. I didn’t even look away. Instead, I smiled at him. Stupidly. Before the smile had even faded from my face, he put down his wineglass and began walking toward me.
“Drank too much?” Lucifer stood before me, his eyes a deep, molten red, like infernal fire that had burned for millennia.
I shook my head. “I’m fine.”
He remained cold. “You’ve seen the Demon Realm now. Which Hell do you like best?”
“I haven’t seen them all. But I’d really like to visit the Second Hell. I’ve heard Snowmoon Forest is beautiful.”
“Snowmoon Forest is quite lovely. The deer there are white, with bone-white wings. This season’s perfect for a visit.” He gestured out the window. “See those six stars clustered together? That’s the direction of Snowmoon Forest.”
I nodded. Several times, I wanted to raise a hand to cover my mouth but resisted, trying desperately to distract myself. “Your Majesty, if Rhodheoga is beneath the Sixth Hell, how can we see the stars?”
“You’re not seeing the real sky here. What you see is a magically projected illusion from the sky over the First Hell.”
“An illusion… But why create one? It’s fake.”
“An illusion is better than nothing. Don’t you think?”
I nodded dully. That much was true. Like a dream that lingered two years, or a memory that haunted thousands.
“I feel guilty toward you,” I said, “but you really shouldn’t be unhappy. Your Majesty, you’re one of the most blessed beings in the world. You should be content…”
Lucifer’s usual aloof expression suddenly twisted into something more ironic. “Weren’t you acting quite tough just a while ago? What, trying to plead with me now?”
“I’m not pleading. I’m just asking you to let things go while you’re ahead.”
“Michael, you’ve surprised me tonight.” He paused and looked at me seriously. “Everything you said earlier was to shift my hatred from God and Heaven onto yourself, wasn’t it. You’re afraid I’ll start a war, aren’t you?”
“Your Majesty, you’re overthinking.” The nausea surged again. I finally couldn’t suppress it and clutched my mouth.
“So if I killed you here, but it stopped a war—you’d die gladly, wouldn’t you?”
After the wave passed, I leaned over the windowsill, gasping for breath. “You’re really overthinking.”
Lucifer gripped my chin and turned my face to his. “Answer me!”
“You know it yourself. The Demon Realm doesn’t have the strength yet to take Sancta Faylia. If you start a war now, it’ll only be innocent angels who die. You were an angel once. Would killing so many of your harmless kin really bring you joy?”
Lucifer suddenly laughed. “I really didn’t expect… that you’d go this far for God.”
“I’m not doing this for God. I’m doing it for Heaven.”
“Very well—for Heaven. Then let me tell you this too: if I had shown mercy to the divine race over the past seven thousand years, the Demon Realm would never have become what it is today.” He looked down at me, his voice distant. “Archangel, your soft heart makes you unfit to rule. Just stay God’s obedient servant.”
“Mm.”
I slumped against the window, vision blurred and darkening.
Just dealing with Lucifer alone had drained every ounce of my strength. Who had the energy left to dream of conquest or becoming a king?
Lucifer turned to leave, but then stopped and grabbed my wrist, lifting it. “But, what’s this supposed to mean?”
Under the starlight illusion, the silver bracelet shimmered brightly.
I stared at it, smiling faintly, then smiled again. “I… I kept it out of guilt, that’s all.”
“Michael,” Lucifer said, half-smiling but half not, “do you realize how self-righteous you’ve become? Just because you feel guilty, you wear a love token someone gave you—for thousands of years?”
I looked at the bracelet in a daze. For a long while, I couldn’t speak.
It really was absurd.
I laughed, hollow, pinched the clasp between two fingers. “You’re right. This might cause trouble for you and for Her Majesty Lilith. I’m sorry. I didn’t think it through… I’ll return it now.”
Lucifer said nothing, simply let go of my hand.
I glanced up at him quickly. “I don’t have feelings for you anymore… I hope you won’t misunderstand.”
Still, he just stared at me, expressionless and silent.
I lowered my head again, fingers trembling as I tried to undo the clasp.
Finally, I heard him say quietly, “Same here. So I won’t misunderstand.”
I bit down hard on my lip and said nothing.
I already knew.
The clasp was stuck—like the bracelet had become part of me. I couldn’t remove it. Maybe it was the alcohol, but waves of pain rippled through my chest. I tugged at the chain, hands shaking. “No… I can’t get it off… I tried, but it won’t open… Your Majesty, I can’t—”
Please don’t take anything else from me ….…
This is my last treasure.
If I lose this too, then all I’ll have left of him… will be memories.
Lucifer brushed my hand aside. “If you can’t take it off, then don’t. It’s no use to me anyway. You’re drunk. Go get some sleep.”
I nodded and staggered away.
“Wait.”
I stopped and turned back.
“This happens to be the season of the Fall. There are events being held at the Rhodheoga arena and opera house, and a grand closing gala on the final night. You and your retinue are welcome to attend.”
“I look forward to it.”
Lucifer frowned slightly. He lifted his hand and hovered it above my shoulder, then abruptly pulled it back. “Go rest. I’ll make arrangements for your son and your subordinates.”
“Thank you, Your Majesty. Good night.”
“Good night.”
I stumbled out of the Grand Hall, and before I could even spread my wings, my legs buckled. I collapsed to my knees and vomited violently. My mind went blank, filled only with pain, like my entire body had been beaten black and blue.
I retched until my limbs gave out. Trembling, I tried to open my wings to fly, but the moment I lifted off the ground, I crashed back down, skidding a long way across the courtyard floor.
The night air was chilly. Tiny snowflakes had begun to fall. I tried to unfurl my wings again, but couldn’t. My arms and feathers were soaked in the icy meltwater pooling in the snow, frozen numb.
Just then, Mammon stepped out through the main gates and stared at me in disbelief.
I suddenly remembered I was still near the banquet hall. People were coming and going. I couldn’t, could not, let the divine race see me like this. Flailing, dragging myself along the ground, I half-crawled, half-glided away like a bird wounded by an arrow, until I crashed again in some desolate corner. My golden wings were now battered, scattered across the thin sheet of ice like fallen flags.
But my first instinct was still to clutch my wrist, making sure the bracelet was still there.
I looked up at the night sky. The six stars strung together glowed faintly in the darkness, pointing directly toward Snowmoon Forest.
Everything I’d done… yes, it was for Heaven.
But more than that—
I didn’t want to raise my sword against him again.
And yet, I kept wondering…
If one day I were to die by his hand, would that make him stop?
Would he realize he’d misjudged me?
Would he regret it?
Would he… fall in love with me again?
If that were the case, then dying wouldn’t be such a terrible thing.
Author: Tav Tav
Translating
The Right Wing of God, the one seated at the right hand of the Most High.
