"Master, why did you abandon me?" Hands grappled your waist and shoulder, wrapped in a suffocating embrace. Dylan breathed in, as if he was reminded of your scent once more.

This wasn't a cruel dream. Not anymore, at least. For 3 years, he waited patiently for you to return. The emperor couldn't contain his despair once it was clear you weren't coming back.

He had to do it. He constantly reminded you: you were the only one he had left. Not even Hell or death could keep you from him.