Chapter 33

I screamed against my soul, and against all the curious creatures of Hyenna who were trying to peek over the shield of Vraxlon's sounds, and I screamed against the hatred that rose from my throat, potentiating that infernal magic, like a sound impulse.

When I reopened my eyes, Vraxlon had wide eyes and looked pale, and my throat seemed cut from so sore. I thought it would be difficult to have something in the world capable of scaring a demon, but I opened a smile to the shock on his face, and turned to observe the portal created by me.

It had edges in that magenta tone that represented my power, blurred as an attempt by time to understand that break in its reality, and right in the center of the portal, was the castle that I imagined belonging to Octavius, immaculate with all the extension of sand that surrounded it.

I stretched out a hand to Vraxlon and he offered me yours, I realized how trembling he was.

"If I didn't know you, prince of lust... "I sang in a hoars