The Hell
He can't stand the idea of what he did to her with that serpent.
He knelt on the ground, pulling it with him, holding it to his chest, burning in anger, despair, revolt and hatred, angry at his luck, which seems to be still mocking him until now. increase in number and rebellion,
That what he went through from the moment of his birth until now is one hand and what he hears and feels now is the second hand, except for his twin, his twin whom he thought fate would deprive him of as well as depriving him of his most basic rights, thinking that there is no place for that flame of light in the seas of his darkness, afraid of himself for it. That his darkness could contain it, extinguish its lum