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I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.

“You will never have my child, this baby is mine and mine alone, nobody can change that” He flinched at her tone. “How are you going to raise a child?” He looked around her apartment, “In this roach-infested shithole?, this dump?, wake the fuck up Steph!” He spat out scornfully and continued. “You want to keep the baby? fine!! Don’t get rid of it, become a surrogate Mother, Your child will have the best of everything, a good life, a better life than what you can offer it, think about it”

“Hundreds of years ago, when my cultivation was almost complete, I attempted to undergo a tribulation. However, I never expected to be targeted by my enemies. “In a direct fight, those scoundrels wouldn’t stand a chance. Thus, they came up with a despicable plan. They ambushed me while I was overcoming my tribulation to ascend. “In the end, they succeeded. The divine power of the heavenly thunder is not something humans can stop. After I was severely injured by the heavenly thunder, my strength was greatly reduced. They took the opportunity to kill me, leaving only this soul body to escape and survive until now. “All these years, my soul has been hiding in this Ten Thousand Tombs for three r

I looked back at the bottle and kept staring at it. Crystal growled in my head, "You have to eat it, Eva. If you keep avoiding hunger, then it'll lead you to a frenzy. You will kill someone out of hunger." Fuck! That wasn't good news. I held my head and found myself sweating even though the temperature of the room was low. "Whose soul is this?" I asked. "A criminal. Don't worry. We don't store innocent souls. We only store souls that are worth being digested." He said in a serious tone and I sighed.

He insisted trying to keep his voice confident, but try as he might the doubt he was feeling bled through. Smiling Sarah stepped even closer while still keeping her hold on Asher's shoulder. "You may think what you want, but remember the world isn't all rainbows and butterflies." If there was one thing Asher knew it was that the world around him wasn't all bright. After watching how Summer grew up, he knew that better than anyone. "My offer will still stand until the day of the banquet." Sarah suddenly said bringing Asher's attention back to the situation at hand. "Also, don't even think of spilling what we discussed tonight."

Like a forever held breath, imprisoned inside this house of aches and heartbreak, of resist and desist, let go once and for all. Or would it be like a bland peace, like in the muscles of the immovable dead brought back in airplanes wrapped in a large bolt of patterned fabric? Maybe hell was just going to continue in another guise ... At this point, he would smile. Hey, it isn't that bad in the land of the well-dressed satan, is it? Well, not for him. As long as they kept their hands off her Sheila, and someone made sure his baby was fed, he did not care what hells awaited for him and why ...

"Kaima, listen to me. We’ve fought the High Priest. We’ve walked through the Ever-Void. We’ve looked the Tailor in his spinning eyes and we didn't blink. Mr. Vane and his 'investors'... they think they can own a soul because they have a contract. But a soul isn't a line of credit. It’s a flame." He reached up, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw. "If we stay here, they will drain you until there’s nothing left but a hollow shell for them to display in a museum. We go to the North Gate. We find the main terminal. And I will cut it open until the magic spills back into the earth where it belongs."

I didn't try to pull Mina out, I began to read the letters swirling around her. "The Contract says the Guarantor must stay in the Vault forever," I said, my eyes darting across the flickering symbols. "But it doesn't specify that the Guarantor has to be a person." The Owner’s voice hissed from the silver ink. "A soul, Elara. Only a soul can back the light." "A soul is just a collection of memories, choices, and essence," I countered. "And I know where there’s a soul that is far more 'Pristine' than my daughter’s."