Chaos.
The name hung in the air, heavy and terrifying, the truth solidifying everything that felt wrong with this world.
The being before me—the one whose true identity was now unmasked—was the very God of Destruction who had once chosen to change his ways, only to be cursed. His punishment: to be tortured by watching his love die repeatedly, never knowing the joy of true, returned affection.
He was the one who, in his twisted pursuit, had started a lifelong war to find his beloved's reincarnation.
He was the one responsible for the deaths of countless innocent people, his wake a trail of ruin.
He was the nightmare that had haunted me for thirteen consecutive nights in my childhood.
He was the monster who had abducted my Lola Naomi, believing she was the reincarnation of his lost love.
