Belial's POV
"Will you come, sir?" was the question from the little one.
Honestly, my lips couldn't respond, not because I didn't want to; it just wouldn't fit in my astonishment.
"Sir? You're shaking."
Everything was becoming blurry for me; an anguishing sensation that left me breathless was taking over me.
What is this? I don't understand. My chest hurts, and my mind is so confused. I can only see the memory of my childhood sitting in some corner of the house, eating a cupcake for my birthday, the years when my hand was not held by anyone, the void in my life.
"Sir?"
It is then that warmth covers my palm, making everything clear, and I realize that my hand is not alone.
"Are you okay?" she asks me, looking at me with those clear eyes that bring me back in time.
Could it be possi
