Chapter Sixty One
Lyrian's head was forced to bow in submission to the power contained in those words.
Elrien's voice remained cold and authoritative, "Every soul you've tormented, every life you've destroyed. You're going to feel what they felt. Live what they lived. Be what they were,"
The judgement became reality instantly.
A wave of headache cracked Lyrian's skull, and memories that weren't his own slammed into his consciousness with the force of the curse.
The memories weren't just images—they were 'experiences' ; everyone of it was complete, vivid, and overwhelming.
He was a young demon, barely past his first century, watching in horror as golden-haired twins approached his hiding place. He felt the terror as 'Lyrian's' beautiful face twisted with cruel pleasure. The agony as claws tore through his flesh. He felt helpless as his pleas for mercy were answered with rings of laughter. The mercy never came as the demon twins killed him.
