Chapter 118
- ♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Asmodeus ⋅• ♱
- I had achieved something very fun that night, fun enough to make me think that everything was worth it.
- "What’s your theory?" Belial questioned me and I could see him leaning against the walls of his prison - home -, as he thought.