Chapter 554 Beelzebub Wants to Become Human
The night grew darker, and the sky, which had once seemed gloomy, was now adorned with the soft light of the crescent moon slowly emerging between the clouds. Fitran and Beelzebub had left the Amphitheater far behind, walking through the increasingly silent ruins of the Philistines. The night wind whispered gently, as if sharing secrets from a bygone era, adding elegance to their journey.
They arrived at a building that had once been a palace—the Palace of Lost Sovereignty. The grand structure stood proudly, even though most of its roof had collapsed. Its tall pillars were filled with deep cracks, yet they still stood strong, as if preserving the remnants of the city's honor. As they stood before the palace, a mystical aura enveloped the place, and it felt as if time had momentarily stopped, allowing history to flow back into their memories.
Fitran entered the main hall of the palace, his gaze sweeping over the vast room covered in dust and debris. "We can rest here for a while," he said softly, glancing at Beelzebub, who stood hesitantly at the threshold. Fitran's voice seemed like a melody breaking the silence, inviting the presence of beautiful memories buried within the walls of this room.
Beelzebub stepped inside slowly, her gaze studying every corner of the large room. In silence, she felt physical and emotional exhaustion creeping over her body. This new body needed rest—something she had never experienced before. For a moment, she was captivated by the fading beauty, the shadow of love that might have once adorned this space felt like it was filling the emptiness in her heart.
They found a small room on the side of the palace, its walls still intact, sheltered from the cold of the night. Fitran lit a small fire in the center of the room, its warm glow slowly filling the air, providing the sense of safety that both of them desperately needed. The fire flickered gently, casting dancing shadows on the walls, as if telling stories of love and hope that once existed in this forgotten place.
Beelzebub sat near the fire, her body shivering slightly from the biting night air. She gazed at the dancing flames, as if searching for answers in the fragile flicker. The night was filled with the sighs of the wind, like soft whispers carrying longing and hope.
Fitran sat beside her, pausing for a moment before finally speaking softly. "What are you thinking about?"
Beelzebub turned to him, her yellow eyes filled with doubt and hope. "I'm thinking about what it feels like to truly be human—to feel everything with this body and heart."
In the dark recesses of the night, Fitran appeared like a star illuminating the darkness, the atmosphere around them felt warmer and more intimate. Fitran fell silent, then slowly took Beelzebub's hand, holding it gently. "Whatever happens, you won't face it alone. I'm here."