Morte didn't know that Hell could be personalized.
While he waited for the vibration of rage he felt inside to subside, he stared blankly, trying to make sense of what had just happened.
Love could fuck things up, that he was sure of. It messed up his mind and made him do things he never thought he was capable of doing. It made him see hope while swimming in chaos, endure the wicked fire of pain burning his skin and bear the wrath of his father.
Love, he now concluded...
He smashed his big fist into his lap, frustration building up. He couldn't bring himself into admitting that one of the most powerful word had took residence somewhere inside his chest, ready to pump his heart into life.
"Can I see her now?" he asked, restraining himself.
Why did you save her?
"What kind of question is that?"
The one you have to answer.
"Isn't it obvious?"
It is.
He shook his head, a bitter smile on his lips.
How much do you love her?
"I wasn't aware we can measure feelings now."
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The Gray Area
Romance[COMPLETED] After surviving the accident, VITA knew everything will never be the same, the mission given to her by the beautiful angel named Aya is quite surreal that she can't wrap her mind around it. How will Vita stop one of Satan's heirs? Heaven...
