The feeling was undeniable. Losing control in such a hectic time was uncalled for. The moon god looked ahead at the love of his life. Having a recollection of the life they led together.
It was one thing to remember the good times, and another to exist in a time where his lover does not remember him at all. The most painful part was not in the fact that his lover could not remember him but in the fact that the memories were from a different time. A different life that was yet to be lived.
Davil stood there, watching the boy as though he was seeing him for the first time. It might as well be the first time; since his ex lover appeared to be so young.
Xander Was only about a child. An innocent little that was yet to know of that cruelty the world had to offer. A child yet to be affected by the evil nature of the moon goddess, with heart pure and innocent. Unlike the person he met who was filled with anger and hatred for the world.
