Chapter 17

Angelo's POV:

But as time went on, I began to lose hope even though the darkness was still there. I had stopped looking. I had stopped searching. I learned the hard way that vengeance would not put food in my mouth, shelter me, or help me survive this nor would it help me rule the empire I was left to rule.

Many years down the line I have come to find out that close relatives possibly had a hand in my parent's death.

This would have been bearable for me if I had siblings to go back home to. From that day onward, I knew life was not going to wait for me.

Believe me, I wanted to forgive them, I wanted to let go. But anytime I thought about it, I was haunted in my dreams by memories of how they were killed.

It was how he did it like it was satisfying for him to do it, as he lived on them dying. He showed no remorse, no sympathy, nothing. With this, I would wake up to anger and thirst for that man's blood and head. I would wake up promising t