Finally done with everything, Sheitan let out a deep breath and turned to look at the mirror behind him.
It's been nineteen years already and he has yet to find the one who woke him up. He can't really put his finger on it, but he can feel some sort of connection to that person.
Could the person be... his destiny? The destiny that Sherpa stated would wake him up.
Does it mean that his destiny has been created?
These questions whirled in his mind, and he gazed intently at his reflection in the mirror.
He was an immortal, and throughout his immortal years, he had never been given a destiny.
It was crazy. Because even the devil had a destiny and he who wasn't even the sinful devil had none.
Although he had been connecting with the one who he felt was his destiny, he has now began to doub if she really is his destiny, because she never responds when he speaks to her. He just doesn't understand...what is wrong.
