The wails and bitterness of a child owned by the gods reached the very heavens and the very abyss and dark pit, filling the world, her world, her realm and whoever could hear the sound of her voice with the very agony and pain she felt. The child whose nature and very beginning had begun with nothing but pain and sadness, the child whose life was filled with the very memories of nothing but agony and hell, the same child whose happiness had only just been recovered to have been snatched away like that.
Memories and memories flooded through Aziza’s thoughts as she cried her chest out over the mate whose bond and connection to her was snapping, signalling that he was leaving, leaving this time for good. Her pain and shattered heart had run back to the very birth of her, however, that was no
