Chapter 255

MEMPHIS’ POV (Backstory) I still remember the smell. It was the smell of burnt flesh. I still remember the sight of blood pooling into the earth until it soaked my shoes. My family’s screams were cut off one by one. It happened like candles being snuffed out. And then... There was silence. I was only a boy. I was weak and helpless then. I had watched as a devil who was cloaked in shadows, walked into our home as if he owned it. His presence was suffocating. He had a striking aura that made even the air tremble. My father lunged at him with his sword amd my mother shielded my younger sister. But the man… the thing… he didn't even flinch. With a single flick of his wrist, their throats opened as if invisible blades had sliced them. I stood frozen, unable to move, unable to cry. Just… staring. The devil then looked at me me. He had deep red eyes. They were sharped as daggers, locked onto mine. He could have ended me in a breath. But instead, he laughed. I remembered how his laughter felt.