He loved her too much to let her go alone. He adored her so much that he wanted to be the black sheep and come after her. He loved her in all the devil's way, and that's how he built a whole hell for her.
He wanted her and wanted the world to be at her feet, a world of their own in another world, one that belonged to someone else. He fell behind her, burned in her footsteps, and extinguished the flames with tears, because falling is more painful than climbing to love.
But here on earth, he didn't find her, and since then, furious, he has been looking for her and vengeance. And thousands of years of distance could not destroy something that was bound by tears, love, and blood.
For, dear Eve, there is a distinction to be made between the one who desires you and the one who loves you.
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