In a dark room, Luca was incapacitated by multiple chains that were run around his body. He was lying on his back on the ground, on the stone floor carved with sigils that kept his body from using magic. As he was an earl demon, this holding method was akin to letting him drown in water. It had been hours, and yet he was yet to be taken to execution.
A bitter smile curled his lips as he remembered the kind of face Noah was making when he was taken away. "Noah, if you want me, why won't you save me? Are you afraid of them? Are you afraid of me?"
Light drew across the wall as the small panel for looking inside the cell opened. Sophia peered inside with worried eyes as she stared at Luca's face which was dirty and a little sad. His gaze was sorry and weak, but his lips were only curled in a bitter smile. It was already too late for apologies.
