"Stop! Please stop."
You didn't even let my mother beg for her life," he snarled. "So don't waste your breath. You're just making this more enjoyable for me."
The words came out even crueler than he expected.
Before, he wouldn't have even been able to think—let alone say—something so merciless.
But now?
Now, it slipped from his tongue without hesitation.
And it felt great.
"I was wrong—I was blinded by power, I-I regret everything!" she sobbed, her voice trembling.
She could tell. Ripping her soul from her body? That was just the beginning.
He watched her with cold, detached amusement, his lips curling into a smirk.
"Hurts, doesn't it?" he murmured. "This is nothing compared to what my mother felt." he paused for a moment after recalling her life with him.
"Did you know?" Asher's voice was quieter now, but it carried a weight far heavier than any shout.
