Abigail stood in front of a man covered in all black. She shivered with fear. The man was oozing murderous aura.
“I have heard someone having the blessing of Dark God.”
The man did not flinch at this information. He sat down, only his bright green eyes were visible. Half of his face was covered with a mask.
“And why are you telling me this?”
“Don’t you want the power?”
The man raised his eyebrows and looked at her in humour.
“And how can a fallen princess get me that? If I am not wrong, even Archbishop is one of your enemies.”
The man folded his arms, waiting for her to reply.
“Because I have Destiny with me.”
The man frowned at her answer. What the f**k does that even mean? Destiny?? Who believes in destiny these days?
“I will pass this offer.”
“How do you think I found you eve
