"Tell God…" I said as I stopped using my power. "I'm mad at Him."
My eyes are closed. But voices were heard.
"No! No! Damn it!" Pars was screaming, I was dying.
"Pars Sarehan," said the grim reaper suddenly. "I don't want your life." What was going on? "I want you to suffer." He didn't hesitate. "You love her." No, he doesn't. I was just the power he needed.
"You will have to kill her to keep her alive. Each time you will witness her soul slip out of her body, and you will have done it with your own hands. The moment you kill her with your own hands, I will give her back her life, but if you do not kill her and she dies in another way, she will be gone forever from this world. Do we have a deal?"
Paris grumbled. "One day I'll kill you with my own hands, you bastard. But yes, I'm ready to do anything if she's going to live. That is a deal."
