I could hear Shani was arguing with the fallen angel, but I was done with everything at this stage. I wanted everything to be done with.
"But you! I don't care that you're the king of hell. He's hurting badly... very very bad, you need to..." she was defending me, and that's how I know that he was the King of hell.
I decided to block their conversation and get back to my task. I was opening my book, then laid out all of my stuff on the dining table. I didn't stop, I didn't look at them. But the memory of him would sneak up to me from time to time.
Wiping my tears roughly, I took a deep breath then start placing everything on the table and continue on with mixing all the ingredients.
I could feel the King was watching me, and I try to ignore him. Maybe he would kill me when I'm done
