World After Worlds
Chapter 366 - 366: § MIA §

"Are you really going to starve me?" Yanarym pouted her lips as she laid her chin to his chest. With her attention on his face, Kraig looked down at her, "I'm so hungry." She whispered and snaked her arms all over his waist.

"Stop enticing me," Kraig replied and held her body closer. She climbed up to level their faces and rained smooches on cheeks and forehead.

"I'm hungry. I'm hungry, will you feed me? Please feed me." She flashed a charming smile but he only stared at her. Seeing him being unresponsive, she frowned. "Kraig is starving me, he's so bad. I'm so hungry." She sulked and buried her face in his, "Bad boyfriend. You don't love me anymore, huh?" She exclaimed, causing Kraig to be stunned.

'Don't love? Who is the one who is not in love anymore?' He thought without realizing.

"Rym," Kraig uttered her name and grabbed her trunk before shifting their position. She was now the one who was beneath him.

"What?" She grumbled and glared at him.

"What do you want to eat? I'll cook." A smile suddenly appeared on her lips, she reached out for his nape and embraced him closely.

"Sweet and sour pork! With Rice!"

"Alright," When Kraig was done cooking, he ate with her in silence even if he didn't have an appetite to eat. He turned to her and saw her eating without a care in the world as if the recent chaos didn't happen between them.

Kraig put down his utensils and reached out for her cheeks and wiped clean her mouth that had the sauce stain on it. He licked his thumb as she glanced at him, "You're not eating?"

"I'm not hungry."

"Can I have your portion then?" He laughed at that naive question. He nodded his head and she took his plate in her direction, she didn't even finish her share yet.

Kraig rested his elbows on the table and just watched her.

After five months of being together, next week will be their sixth month. It feels so fast and so slow, does that make sense? Where each hour with her was passing like a minute and weeks felt like a month and those five months felt like five weeks. And it was so slow because each memory they made, he cherished them so much that it keeps on repeat in his head that somehow the time would stop whenever he did so?

But at the same time, it was too fast. The time would just rapidly run if he was with her. There was never a single stagnant moment when they were together.

He may not ponder things like about the future regardless he could see himself with her for a longer period, maybe forever to his death. That was why, it shocked him … to see that --- her with another man, kissing another man, embracing another man. He never thought that scenario could transpire before his eyes. He had the notion that for Yanarym, it was always him, it was only him. However, he was dead wrong.

… she could be in love with someone else --- someone else… Kraig took his glass of water and finished it with a gulp.

"Kraig?" Yanarym was startled by his suddenness. He had clutched the glass of water and peered at it with solemn but resolute eyes.

"I'm ready," he uttered, Yanarym raised her brow and stabbed the pork, and swallowed the big chunk whole.

"Ready for what?"

"Let's talk about your affair."

"But I'm still eating…"

Kraig went into a trance.

"And I gave you enough time to ask me questions earlier but you choose to have sex instead." She added in an ardent but casual manner… and Kraig couldn't be mad about that.

Because he used this kind of attitude whenever they were at the table and especially if she's eating.

It was supposed to be a big deal, she had an affair with Lyndon but they are treating it like it was nothing. Although he was fuming with anger earlier, he's been subdued by Yanarym herself.

"Can we talk when you're done?" He asked again and she nodded her head without looking at him. He sighed, "Can you hold my hand?" He laid his hand to the top of the table and she only looked at it.

"I'm eating."

"Please, Love." She paused and put down her fork.

"You know, you can use this situation to control me, rather you still make me feel I have done nothing wrong and pamper me like you always do. You have the upper hand right now, you know." Yanarym said and redirected her attention to her plate. "You are so good to me Kraig and --- "

"Stop calling me by my name, call me Love." He held her hand and intertwined their fingers before pulling it to kiss the back of her palm. "I'm not that good to you, and I know you love me. I won't let this scheme of Lyndon break us. I'm not letting you go."

Tiana was in an abandoned house, she redecorated it and became her turf. She performed and tested her magic here, and for most of the time, she came here wanting to be with herself and with stillness.

She wasn't in the mood for tranquility right now, though. Hatred and contempt raged through her veins. Her emotions and circumstances resembled something she'd encountered in her dream.

With different settings but the same people with different names and switched faces. Her fate was a recurrence, she was played again by the man she loves. The man would end up with Yanarym again! And they will kill her! Again! She cannot let that happen! She's the daughter of God! She's Azkin! A goddess! How could mere humans toy with her feelings?! They would face retribution with her wrath!

She mixed the ingredients needed on the big pot, as the color of the liquid that was being cooked turned black, she kept on whispering the invocation to activate the curse.

Witchery, witchcraft, potions, and black magic.

If Lyndon could heal and cure sickness and wounds. If Kraig could lift and move things with his mind. Tiana's magic is witchcraft and now she found out that her powers were more powerful than this. Azkin, she was a goddess after all and that deity is in Tiana's human body.

After her revival, her awakening, after she regained her immortal body through ascending, she would make sure to have everything she wanted.

Upon her resurrection, her awakening, and ascension into her immortal form. She would make certain that she had all she desired. She would destroy all of those people who humiliated and exploited her. She would doom this world who treats her as a laughingstock. For now, she would be content on cursing Yanarym to death. Her rationality had to be preserved, hence that bitch had to die.

Tiana snickered as her curse was done. All she had to do was to execute the ritual and Yanarym would be meeting death soon after.

However, "… my head." As she placed everything on the altar, her head suddenly throbbed, she lost balance and plunked to the ground.

The excruciating agony was creeping on her bones that she couldn't contain her voice and body. She began to roll on the ground and bang her head on things beside her.

"AHHH!" Her tears fell, it felt like her blood, and each part of her body felt burning like it was being boiled on the magma. "MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP!" The suffering was unbearable to the point that she lost consciousness.

"I will kill her, Francis." Mia's voice echoed in Tiana's ears. It was 'her' voice but it wasn't her.

She found herself reclining on a sheet within the cave when she opened her eyes. Her muscles ached, her legs throb, her back stings, and images from the previous night rushed across her mind.

Francis made love with her, he was so caring --- but no, that was not the important thing now.

Tiana's back in the past, 'in' her dream.

Within this dream, Tiana was in Azkin's body. She could feel and hear and sense and think everything Azkin had gone through from the past. As if she was Azkin herself. Although there were still restrictions, she could not evade the terrible thing that would happen to Azkin even though Tiana was aware of the danger. Moreover, she could only sense, hear, and watch, she couldn't move or speak according to her wishes.

As if she was a first-rate audience that could experience everything, even the pain, and sadness.

Azkin stood up from lying and dressed her body. As she sneaked to the rear of the cave and saw Francis kissing Mia. Surprised, bewildered, afraid, and dumbfounded.

Azkin promptly hid in the corner and covered her mouth. Her eyes watered and heartbreak was once again crept to her body. Her stomach felt nauseous but she tried her best to stay as quiet as a mouse.