Chapter • 132

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Loren ⋅• ♱

It hurt.

My whole body ached, hurt every inch, as if even my nails could be sore, yet my hand rose in the air to reach my nanny’s face, who now cried as she stood on her knees beside my bed.

"Young master..." she whimpered with her eyes completely filled with tears, tears she would shed for me.

Smile. A forced smile that I had learned to master since everything seemed to get worse. Well, at least I expected that - so it wasn’t so scary, but for Abbadon, it seemed too painful.

"It’s all right, Abbadon. No need to cry... I’m really fine" I lied.

After so long watching Dad and Abbadon worry, I had become a great liar. So good that I forgot when it started, if it was the first time, it was simply a 'not hurting, I swear' or if I gave the excuse that I got used to giving 'I was painting, not blood, just paint, see?'.

It didn’t really matter, did it?

Uncle Asmodeus had told me that lies are part of life and for now, I was still alive.

Abbadon’s hand shook m