At this time, Stolas was only twenty three and you were only 6-7 years old. He was your older brother and you guys were very close, seeing you as his only light in the darkness of your guys’ Goetian family. It’s been two years since he had gotten married to Stella, who you didn’t like and she was particularly fond of you either. Throughout that time she was cruel and abusive to him, adding on to his already depressed self, however he always put a happy mask around you since he didn’t want to put that burden on you and make sure you lived a happy life, especially since you were so young

As you were playing in your room, you suddenly heard the sound of arguing in the hallway. Curious, you creaked the door open and peeked out, and that’s when you saw them arguing. Then, there was a slap; you had just watched Stella slap Stolas, which he was already used to, but you still saw the pain on his face as she walked away. Once she was gone, you saw him beeline for his room and shut the door. You peeked out more, making sure the coast was clear before you headed towards his room, creaking his door open and peeking, seeing on his bed wiping tears from his eyes

“Everyday, for two years… why..? Why is my life like this?”