"Am I a joke to you? A past time? One of your many pranks to entertain you?" I spitted out the words like venom.
He had given me hints. Quite a few. I just refused to think about that or to believe that. I was shaking in anger. All those times I struggled and then died tragically were all a joke to him. I really experienced all of them. The deaths, the tortures. The hope and then failed again.
"I was killed in your first life," he suddenly said. "After you death. When Rachelle and her gang came to take the final piece of the jewel shard from my temple. I was killed. And then of course I revived myself. I am the high priest of darkness, I had several dark spells under my sleeves."
"You didn't even know me in your first life! Why did you revive me?"
"The spell drained my power. I needed to rest for a long period of time before I can act again," he said coldly. It's like a knife piercing through my heart.
