Chapter • 147

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Quinn ⋅• ♱

His arms wrapped around my body and then everything seemed to be fine.

I no longer felt the blood, nor the weight of the souls that I plucked, that I hurt.

"Everything will be fine" he repeated as a melodic song and if it was Calisto who told me those things... I naturally believed.

"How can you not like it here?" I asked as I stared at that landscape, the sky, the grass that resembled a red foliage. The stars that always shone in the sky almost always cloudy.

Calisto snorted.

"I don’t know..." he said sincerely "maybe... I just can’t see the beauty of hell when I didn’t have you by my side."

A twinge struck my chest, a twinge of happiness and hope.

"Fool" I mocked wrapping my arms around his neck.

I loved that being.

He loved his color-changing eyes, loved his foolish way of thinking that the world was more beautiful outside of hell. He loved the way the rebellious waves of black hair he had struggled to unravel around his delicate face.

I loved the