The Great Black King

Chapter • 60

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱

Even from my room I could hear the screams, agonizing cries that seemed to intensify night after night.

"She didn’t leave the room and didn’t eat much either," the maids said.

"Better this way" Asmodeu completed with a huge smile "at least it’s not hindering us, right?"

But still, the screams came at night, at dawn - they came and somehow I seemed to be the only one listening.

"Ignore" my common sense told me "it’s not your problem" I repeated myself whenever I had the opportunity and yet, those agonizing screams invaded my mind, they kept me awake during the night - all the time until the sobs came from the other side of that door.

Elaine had no nightmares in the novel, she had no such dreams and her sleep had never been so disturbed. Elaine did not feed badly.

Was it all my fault? Was she like that for the things I did?

Was it all my fault that I changed? It was inevitable that I would ask myself - especially when everything seemed to revolve around the changes I