Chapter 51: Merging with the Dead – A Demon’s Awakening
Istood in the vast infinite darkness, my breath steady, my gaze fixed on the man before me.
Samuel Gebb.
The original. The man who had suffered three years of hell, who had been broken, humiliated, driven to death.
He smiled at me—soft, forgiving, calm.
As if he had finally found peace in the void.
"Thank you, Heavenly Demon," he said. "For saving my sister. For letting Abigail move forward."
His words shook me.
I scowled, stepping forward. "Why the hell do you care about Abigail?"
He chuckled, looking down at his hands. "Because... I loved her once."
I clenched my fists, rage boiling in my veins.
"For fuck's sake," I hissed. "You loved her? The same woman who brought men into your bed? The same woman who made you buy condoms so she could fuck other guys?"