Iridian
Even now there’s a part of him that yearns for me.
‘You’re lying.’ I hissed, my thoughts battling against that of the bull’s. The ancient being laughed, making my skull tremble and rattle in my head. An instant migraine danced across my forehead and down my jawline.
‘I have been called many things; Devourer of Worlds, God of Chaos, Angel of Death, even Deimos and Phobos, but never have I been called a liar. Perhaps I will let you see for yourself…’
Bab Populer