"See who I found here, a perfect candidate for serving the god of darkness," the man from my memory had said.
At that time, I had been kneeling in front of the temple of the god of darkness, praying that the god of darkness might assist me in my revenge. The huge wooden door of the temple had then swung open without a sound. Someone had stood in front of me saying nearly the exact same words.
"So it's you who raise me from my sleep," he had said. "It has been a good nap. Are you coming in or not?" He had looked at me with a lazy grin on his masked face. All I could see at that time was his lazy grin and bloody red eyes behind the mask.
His expression at that time overlapped with the scene in front of me.
When my eyes met his, realization finally dawned on me. It's really him, the high priest of the god of darkness. It's the first time I saw him after two lifetimes. The last time I saw him I was heading to my death.
