Esma’s pov

He started walking towards the other door, opposite from the one we came from.

“Follow me.” he ordered and we didn’t even want to ask where he was taking us.

We followed him silently into the darkness.

He walked in front of us. Damien. The god of chaos. All the good things and worse, all die with him whenever he put his eyes on them. For some reason I don’t know, although his back was huge and straight, I don’t know but he looked like he was carrying a heavy burden on his shoulders.

There was an immerse sadness in his eyes and anger. Anger which could consume...