Chapter 13. Healing Time

Once a screw up always a screw up. That was what my grandma always told me. Amazingly I killed my parents when I was still a toddler because I got too excited and my dad forgot to put down the fire on the burner, causing our small home to burn down killing my parents with it.

My fault, all my fault. Just like what I did with Basilea. Apparently, she did not love me back, and my grand gesture almost killed King Armand and almost caused a war between two kingdoms.

I am Savaric and I believe I'm cursed, and apparently, hell could not contain my stupidity. I raised havoc wherever I go. Even down in the hottest pit of hell.

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I'd rather be dead than feel the immense pain from the gargoyle skin that was peeling off my body. My ears can even hear the crackling sound of the hard shell skin as my blood rushed to my ears. I was crying, sobbing until I didn't even have the energy anymore to even hold on to Magnus.

Humiliatio