The sound of police sirens echoed everywhere, chaos and the destruction of the city unfolded before your eyes. Yet, to you this chaos looked breathtakingly beautiful.

"Are you satisfied now, my love? The humans are now drowning in ruin, turning against each other." Marbeo said as he drove with effortless coolness, lifting one hand to gently stroke your hair.

You, still reveling in the beauty of the world's downfall, didn't respond to Marbeo's question. Instead, you reminisced about how they once treated you like trash. Now, they looked so insignificant in your eyes.

A burning pleasure filled your heart, but before you could sink deeper into your thoughts, the car came to a sudden, violent stop.

"Why won’t you answer me? Have you stopped loving me now that your revenge is complete?" he whined like a child—something completely unfitting for a man of his large build.

"That’s impossible, Marbeo. You are my savior and my last love. Thank you for being born into this world," you said, shifting onto Marbeo’s lap and gazing deeply into his eyes.

"Haha, I should be the one thanking you for surviving in this world," he replied, wrapping you in a tight embrace.