Chapter 147

[1750 B.C.]Quinn's POV

His arms wrapped around my body and then everything seemed to be fine.

I no longer felt the blood, nor the weight of the souls that I plucked, that I hurt.

"Everything will be fine" he repeated as a melodic song and if it was Calisto who told me those things... I naturally believed.

"How can you not like it here?" I asked as I stared at that landscape, the sky, the grass that resembled a red foliage. The stars that always shone in the sky almost always cloudy.

Calisto snorted.

"I don’t know..." he said sincerely "maybe... I just can’t see the beauty of hell when I didn’t have you by my side."

A twinge struck my chest, a twinge of happiness and hope.

"Fool" I mocked wrapping my arms around his neck.

I loved that being.

He loved his color-changing eyes, loved his foolish way of thinking that the world was more beautiful outside of hell. He loved the way the rebellious waves of black hair he had struggle