Heaven did her best to distract herself from the nightmare she had. She thought she succeeded, but it seemed it was only temporary. Staring at herself in the mirror, Hera's face overlapped with her reflection. No matter how she would twist the truth, she would never be Heaven Liu.
The soul inhabiting this body was once a cold-blooded devil, bathing in the blood of those lives she took. Regardless of the reasons, her sins were enough to obtain heaven's wrath. How ironic. That she woke up in the body of a woman named Heaven, when all her life, she was Hell.
"There's no point in dwelling on such a pathetic thought, Hera," she murmured, extinguishing the bitterness growing in her chest. "The day I woke up in this body, you shamelessly claimed this life as yours. Take responsibility like you always did."
Heaven nodded at herself, convincing herself having such emotions would do her no good. This guilt would just cripple her if she let it affect her.
