Hades
I looked at the drama unfolding in front of my eyes. Lazarus was looking at his father with teary eyes. The kind of father was never loyal to anyone. Not Fatima, not Glorida, not him, not Khalid. He is faithful to no-one. Not that I care, it just feels bad that Lazarus had to go through so many cruel and brutal truths. Again. And again.
Lazarus was the only person who made my heart feel emotion. I never felt pain for others. I never felt remorseful ever. Never before I betrayed Lazarus. I knew betraying him was a part of the plan that would have made me the richest assassin in the country. I knew what I did was supposed to be done. But I was wrong. I felt it deep down in my heart.
And a man like Lazarus was so naive that he trusted people easily. He trusted me. A man who was cover
