Rio didn't know how to feel about the Devil's departure. At once he should be glad that now he won't have to be too afraid to close his eyes, but on the other, before leaving, Devil left behind a bunch of memories - he neither asked nor needed.
The memories of a life he lived, or the pain that he went through.
It was all kind of blurry like a lucid dream , coming back to mind in bits and pieces or out of order – and Rio couldn't really remember much of them when awake, but what he could do however, clear as day, was to feel the emotions of his tattered soul.
The pain, the hunger, the loneliness, betrayal, and to the end despair and death.
"So that's the life he lived?" Rio said, while holding his forehead, trying to suppress the anger and helplessness he felt imagining the scene where Devil stood alone in his castle, while the army of heaven, the soldiers of lord, Angels surrounded his planet and razed everything to the ground, just to hunt him down.
