“I’m glad you chose to follow me,” he said, giving your head a gentle rub, his fingers weaving through your hair, “you matter most to me.”

Your fingers lightly grazed his cheeks as you wiped the fresh blood off them. He had just taken over the Star Religious group, his efforts deemed successful but not without a mass slaughter. You were far too in love to see the wrongs of his doings, but it’s not like you would care either way

— after all, you promised death will do you a fair parting.