Weeks passed and my training continued as usual. I had made a deal with Malek, being as cautious as a devil could. If he could keep me human I would not tell the others of his whereabouts. During my night runs I would sneak away to meet with Malek.
He told me stories of the angels and the creator according to him. He told me tales of his fallen brothers and sisters at the hands of demons. There was no balance anymore and even he admitted he lost interest in the fight a long time ago when they were abandoned. This we had in common.
Ever since Ramious had left me I had grown tired of my purpose. I didn't really see one anymore, not that I think I ever did. I had wanted to fight side by side with Ramious, I thought we had something good. I wanted to follow him till the end of t
