Semua Bab MY SAVING DOOM : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Light cracked through me like a blade. One heartbeat I was in the mortal world, Nanya’s scent still tangled in my lungs; the next, I was ripped from it—torn from her—and hurled into blinding nothingness.I staggered as reality snapped apart. The air here wasn’t air—it burned, heavy with judgment. Beneath my boots stretched the marble plain of the divine realm, flawless and cruel. It pulsed faintly with gold veins that beat like the heart of something ancient and angry. The chill was bone-deep, the kind that reminded you gods weren’t made of flesh—they were carved from consequence.“Damian Blackthorn.”The voice rolled from every direction, deep and final. My name echoed back a thousand times, a chorus of my own damnation.I straightened, forcing the fear down. “Why am I here again, is your curse not enough?”“You know why.” said a voice calmlyAnother voice—higher, venom-smooth—cut through the dark. “You defied the Law. You altered what was written. You saved the mortal girl.”Nanya’s

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The morning sunlight spilled through the café’s front window, throwing golden stripes across the floor. For once, it didn’t feel like an accusation. It felt… earned.I pushed open the door with my hip, balancing two trays of freshly brewed coffee and the remains of my last nerve.“Good morning, world,” I muttered, forcing a grin as the bell jingled overhead. “Let’s try not to destroy me today, yeah?”The universe, of course, ignored me.“Onaha!” my boss barked from behind the espresso machine. Mr. Kurt was in his usual state of mild combustion—tie crooked, face flushed, and eyes twitching like he hadn’t slept since 1999. “Where were you? I needed those muffins five minutes ago!”I dropped the trays on the counter with a smirk. “Technically, I was here five minutes ago. Time is just… subjective.”His jaw twitched. “Don’t start with your philosophy nonsense.”“Fine,” I said cheerfully, tying my apron. “I’ll just start with caffeine. For both of us.”Claire appeared from the back room, h

Finally, I’m genuinely happy.This—this is the way it should be. Peace. Happiness. Everything good. For once, it feels like the world has stopped spinning against me, and I can breathe without guilt weighing down my lungs.Since my childhood, I’ve carried a burden too heavy for small shoulders—the guilt of my parents’ separation. It’s strange how something you never chose can still define every piece of you. I wasn’t even supposed to exist. I was the mistake that refused to disappear. The stubborn seed that survived the morning-after pill, clinging to life even when no one wanted me to. And because of that one act of defiance—simply existing—I became the reason two confused teenagers had to grow up too fast.My mother paid the price first. Her parents disowned her, and she was left standing alone in a world that suddenly seemed too cruel, too cold. My father stayed for a while, but the weight of it all—poverty, disappointment, resentment—crushed him until he walked away too. And someh

The world tilted—just slightly at first—before the noise came rushing back. The hum of the espresso machine. The faint hiss of milk steaming. The clatter of a spoon.And then—her voice.“A latte with almond milk,” the woman at the counter said, tapping her nails impatiently against the glass.I blinked. The sudden clarity burned. I was standing behind the counter, apron on, hands trembling slightly, as though the air itself had just spat me back into existence.“I—uh, right. Almond milk,” I stammered, forcing myself into motion. My heart pounded. The world around me looked too bright, too ordinary, too real.I moved on instinct—grabbed a cup, poured, steamed, frothed, smiled like nothing was wrong. But everything was wrong.When I handed the drink to her, she took one sip and immediately shrieked, “What the hell is this? Almond milk, bitch! What’s this crap you gave me?”The cup hit the counter hard. I flinched.“I—I’m sorry,” I said quickly, reaching for the cup, trying to calm her d