Chapter 25

“Death is nothing, but to live defeated and inglorious is to die daily." _ Napoleon Bonaparte.

MELODY POV

I was far from perfect. matter of fact, I perfected in imperfections. My whole life revolved around all the wickedness and unwavering vileness of this world. I always found ways to go against the laws of humanity.

I broke the law of gods and men like I broke necks. I did all the bad things in the world, to the point where I believed the devil hated me.

Word has it that he hates competition more than he hated salvation.

With all the sins I have committed in my 23 years in this world, not even once did I flinch. I was not capable of things like regret, and

I slit a throat right now and went home to watch Tom and Jerry before dreaming of my next kill. Never have I felt even a slight smidgeon of guilt. it was my life, and nobody ever made me feel shitty about it.

But right now, I was placed before a black mirror, forced to look at the monster I have become. The blackness of my soul fo