The only one who had ever fed King Wrath with words of wisdom was his old friend, the one who urged him to escape the control of his parents. He was also the one who sacrificed his life to save him from certain death. His old friend was who It hated the most as without his interference; It would've successfully overtaken King Wrath's body years ago.
"Goddamn him, I should've gotten rid of him the very day you came in contact with him." The demon roared weakly.
"No one can change what had happened in the past, not you, not me, nor anyone else." King Wrath folded his hands over his chest as his lips stretched back to form a smug smile.
"Don't be too smug! Didn't he die too because of you?"
"It was his choice, and he told me never to regret and move on, or else he would've really wasted his life in return for nothing." King Wrath said in a regret-free voice.
