Seething with anger, I occupied my throne, plagued by the regret of letting her go. I was convinced she wouldn't survive the treacherous ocean. My palms sweated, and I found myself tapping the ground impatiently with my foot.Suddenly, the door burst open, and one of my men entered, his demeanor visibly solemn."My lord," he began, his voice laced with apprehension. "They safely passed through the portal," he informed me, and I nodded in response, using my hand to dismiss him.Soon after, Sophie entered, her expression marred by a deep frown. She wasted no time in voicing her displeasure."I thought you loved her," she said, anger radiating from her every word."You know the ocean means death, and she can't make it. You're weak, Beelzebub, incapable of fighting for your love, just sitting here, watching her die," she said, her words stinging with anger.I gritted my teeth in annoyance and retorted, "Watch your tongue, or I might assist you in cutting it off." Sophie, unfazed, simply r
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