The Great Black King

Chapter • 135

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Loren ⋅• ♱

It was dark and painful, but then... it wasn’t anymore.

"Loren" her voice called me warmly and I couldn’t help but smile. She smiled because she still remembered me, because she was calling me, she was looking for me.

'Maybe' I whispered to myself 'maybe if I just fall asleep and don’t wake up anymore... I can stay here, I can... stay with her'.

That thought had arisen on any given day and with the same speed it had arisen in my mind, I tried to get him to move away, but... now it was kind of inevitable. 'Dad would be sad' - I remembered as I stood up.

Dad would be sad, but... at least it wouldn’t be more painful.

Abbadon would be sad, but I wouldn’t have to smile anymore.

'So Uncle Asmodeus...' he would understand.

I sighed and the blond-haired woman stared at me.

"Oh! You’re here... I was looking for you" she said as she sat next to me "what was it? You look down."

'I’m going to die..., but I feel scared' I thought to say, but her smile was so broad