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Even so, Vraxlon held the wrist of that hand that I touched his face, and his eyes found mine as he agreed:

“When we have a moment of peace.

Magic passed between us, and I realized that it was a promise being sealed. A promise that someday we would solve it and that we would not rest until we fulfilled it.

And I promised that again to myself, to the extent that the magic in my hands made life grow in hell and the air become a living presence. I remade the promise while camouflaging the pain with false hope, and clung to it for believing that the promises made in hell should be the most absolute law, and that Vraxlon would not leave definitively until that moment of peace came. And I was willing to catch up with him.

I made my world go back in time, while restoring every damage with my power, with Lucifer's instructions. I used my power to do the same as he had done thousands of years ago, when he was expelled from heaven and had to create a place for himself and his supporters. I beca