Greyson
I’m cursing my existence, cursing the Creator and all the other entities he made out of whatever scraps he had left at the end of building the f*****g world.
“For the record Master, I think you did the right thing.” Blaze follows me around jumping over pools of boiling tar and dodging random flames that shoot up from the ground.
“And here lies the problem.” I grumble. If it’s something that Blaze considers a good idea, then I have all the confirmation I need that I, in fact, f****d up.
The clever little wolf figured out the extent of my scythe’s powers. Really, if I hadn’t done it, Sophia would have eventually found a way to do it herself. I just know that. And fine, maybe I facilitated her and Joseph meeting in hell, another thing I shouldn’t have done, but I just…
“It’s get
