Demon Realm, Vggladilsia.
Upper city.
Royal Castle.
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Igris stomped away and out of Neele's corridor till he could properly take in the fresh air that didn't smell like corpses. How was it possible that he'd not realized the fact that Dave could be in danger because of his slave crest?
But due to the time difference, it had probably been weeks since he left!
'Why do I even care?'. He bit his lower lip as his chest gradually began to ache. 'Why can't I move on? Why is it so hard?'. He used his back to cling to the wall before sliding down to bury his face between his knees. For some reason, he couldn't seem to forget Dave's face nor move past the fact that the human could already be dead... or worse. "It hurts...". He was referring to the pain in his chest which he despised so much.
'I hate this feeling'. He felt his throat tighten as his eyes pierced him but he'd already made a promise to himself not to cry anymore.
