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"What have I done with my entire life?"
"Worthlessly scraping by, only to be recruited by the King..."
"Fighting for my life since the moment I was born."
"All for what?"
"To die here?"
"To watch my master die?"
"After everyone tried to save me... again?"
"How many times, Beelzebub..."
"Just how many times will you let them down?"
"Just when you finally found people who cared about you... are you really going to throw it all away?"
His soul stirred. Even as the ritual was interrupted, even as the soul cauldron shattered, even as his evolution was halted, and even as his body burned in agony.
His incomplete form twitched violently beneath the soil. Slowly, painfully, it began to move—to crawl. Every tremor, every gasping breath fueled by raw desperation.
His shattered heart began to beat anyway, evolution be damned.
Because the only thing left driving him forward was his endless, burning desire to avenge her.
"How long will I let them take everything from me?"
