They were not going to let them remember. Both Fiend and Elohim don't want to risk their children again. Unfortunately, they are reborn, but not in the same way. They knew that once those children crossed their path again, the same tragedy would happen again, and there was no way they would let it happen again, but the problem was, they didn't know how to stop it. The only thing they could do was introduce their children to each other as enemies and hope they would never reach each other's hearts again.
Elohim, the mighty creator of Hansi, thought of his kind's fate in his mind, pleading with somebody to proclaim the unjust. He was well aware that it was entirely his fault that he had found himself in this position of powerlessness and futility.
He desires that this pain and affliction will soon come to an end, and he will be able to see his children again in a world of peace and harmony. But that thought vanished as he saw his children being dragged down by a sidero, and he could hear their agonizing voices, but he couldn't do anything but watch in pain and helplessness.
After witnessing his beloved children die at the hands of sinners, he realized that the world is unfair, that the goodness in his heart is about to wash away, and that vengeance is beginning to bloom in his chest. He closed his eyes, betting that the others would hear his pleading and sense his and his children's resentment.
A man in a robe stood at the far end of the place, hidden behind a pillar of fire, watching the scene in front of him, especially that man who was bound to the shackle, and he smiled remorselessly.
"My dear brother, I will show you who is the best fit for the throne of powers, and our father will be sorry that he chose you to rule paradise while leaving me to suffer in the pit of darkness," he said to his mind.
He welcomed the dread feeling to make himself stronger. It tortured him every second, but he was used to it. Even in his dreams, he is the one hunting himself, where the feelings of anger and wrath blossom in every fiber of his body.
Elohim wished he could tell them to stop causing harm to his children because they are innocent. They did nothing wrong to deserve every burn and every torment. But no sound escaped his throat, not even a whimper of hope for his children, because the affliction would soon take over his senses, engulfing him in darkness.
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