Why does it feel right to tell people I hate you even more when I actually do love you?To the monster I still love dearly: Remember, you broke me first.So, it’s time to do the same.And I won’t stop breaking you even after a million times over.☆☆☆Era had to believe the divine beings toyed with dreams by giving her the opposite of what she had asked for at the end of her life. No, she didn’t believe or accept the nonsense of the divine beings doing what they did to her for the sake of mere character growth or as a test of one’s faith, not after what Reign-el put her through and made her do all for the sake of love.All the queen, Era, wanted was something to fill the loneliness and show her just what love is and what it could be. She wanted it to teach her how to be much gentler, more caring, elegant, poised and lovely, just as it had taught the other women she knew and kept close.But Love taught Era how to hold a knife and cry at night.It taught her hate unlike any other until, eventually, destruction became much more certain than redemption.Her love birthed her hatred, and his hatred became his obsession, the one thing that made it almost impossible for him to give her up after everything or kill her as he had planned.“What do you really think is left between us, my love?”Era blinked, and her eyes remained on her plate as she wondered how that was even a question.“Hatred, Reign-el.”Her voice was soft, but her words were firm enough to hurt where they should.“My hatred for you.”“And it’s going to last as long as you live.”The angel sitting at the end of the table leaned on one arm in thought as the fingers of his other hand drummed on the table absentmindedly.Isn’t that forever?