Damien had a lot of questions that needed answers.
Was that dream his past life before coming to Hell?
He didn’t remember much from before, and it bewildered him why he had suddenly dreamt about it now. After thousands of years of nothingness, that one dream slipped into his mind and stirred his heart.
Just as how a human had suddenly bumped into him and made him feel things. Feelings that a demon like him never thought he’d feel.
“Aisha Yang…” he spoke the name out loud, “why have you come to Hell? Have you come to remind me of my past? No… that would be quite some feat for a human to do. I haven’t even remembered on my own.”
The Harbinger felt out of his mind. He was swimming in a never-ending cycle of asking and answering himself. This must be the right time to say he had completely turned crazy.
On the other side of the mansion, contrary to Damien’s troubled sleep, the human was sound asleep, a smile etched on her pretty tiny face.
