Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty Four

Hati's POV

Death, destruction... despair.

Those are the things I want for humanity.

Those are the things I feel necessary when thinking of

my long and dreadful life.

Why am I made to be this entity that I do not want to be?

Why do I need to repeat life cycle after life cycle when I've already suffered life without parol.

It's days like today, a day where I need the company of a lady but I've had to wait, that plays on my mind.

My mate is out there and I shouldn't want another female but yet her I am, failing to convince myself otherwise.

I suppose you could call me a weak man but the thing is even if I took my mate now, she wouldn't be physically ready for me.

No, I'm sure I have another fifteen odd years to wait until the host is old enough for me to be able to take her.

And that's the thing, I'm not young. I'll never be as young as Aspen and perhaps that's Celeste's punishment.

What will a young and springly teenager want with an old man as I?

She won't, and that's the problem, thou