It was only Hera and Mykel in the office because Lucifer brought Nyx to Lyneth's apartment. It was quiet and a bit awkward, and Mykel knew what was on Hera's mind.
"You're curious about Nasha?" Mykel asked as he walked to the sofa.
"Can I see more of it? Your past?" Hera asked and looked at Mykel with her eyebrows furrowed.
Mykel smiled and nodded.
The projected memories were appearing in front of them after Mykel activated the [Nigh-Omnipotence] skill again. Hera stood up and looked at the memories from up close while Mykel stood right behind her.
"Which part of my memories do you want to see?" Mykel asked.
"The beginning of the changes," Hera answered as her eyes were set on the screen.
It was as Mykel said earlier, it was a miracle that his story went viral and people wanted more and more. They were all showing their appreciation by donating him money, quite hefty of them.
The story attracted so many platforms, and they all wanted to have his book on their websites. With Nasha's help, he managed to get a contract from those platforms, and it only took him a month to get himself a thousand dollars.
"After appearing on social media, I was insecure about myself, and my appearance," Mykel said as he stood next to Hera. "I used to take people's words to the heart, and a single hate was enough to bring me down," Mykel explained.
"I worked out, changed my style, and even my personality to befit my fame and reputation," Mykel looked at himself working out which made him look decent and a bit taller.
Nasha was so happy with the changes in Mykel, and the attraction toward him. Nobody knew that she was the one who was behind his success and that it was her own decision. She didn't regret it, not even once.
"I wasn't ready for the sudden fame, but thanks to the story I was working on, I wasn't bothered by it that much. Nasha was there to keep reminding me that success and fame come second," Mykel looked at Nasha who cheered him from the shadows.
Hera watched his memories and understood what he said.
"Then, what happened?" Hera asked.
"More and more fame came to me that I couldn't ignore anymore after holding it for two years. The bigger my name was, the bigger circle I was in. People of the high class started to pay attention to me, and so I had to put myself in the same place with them," Mykel answered. "My story was no longer the main topic when I was with them. My appearance, my taste in fashion, women, drinks, food, and even my experience in life," Mykel answered as he pointed at the screen.
"Drinking from diet coke to wine, eating from fast food to a Michelin star restaurant, from ignoring women to having sex with each one of them. Masculinity made me start exploring a lot of stuff, from bad to good things," Mykel looked at himself changing drastically from a fragile kid to a refined man who knew how to fight, talk, and charm everyone around him.
"While I was living in glamorous life, Nasha kept the story moving. Of course, I was working on the story together with her. She knew everything, about what I did, I could see it in her eyes, the pain she hid," Mykel said.
Hera wasn't bothered by it, not even in the slightest because everything looked normal to her. Morality, immorality, taboos, and other stuff separated a human from an animal. Those were not something God was concerned with.
"All the skills I got from spending my time with those people made me realize how easy it was to please and hold a grasp on Nasha. She was confined, imprisoned by me. I manipulated her, and used her while I'm living my life to the fullest," Mykel furrowed his eyebrows as he watched himself manipulate Nasha.
Mykel used Nasha and kept her by his side no matter what happened. She was obedient because she had a daddy issue which made her so easy to manipulate. He abused her using words to keep her in place and forced her to write the rest of the story on her own.
"And then, this happened," Mykel said as he looked at the bathtub filled with a pool of blood. Nasha's eyes were swollen. Her left wrist was cut five times with a razor. "She couldn't take it anymore, and took an easy way out," Mykel continued and couldn't bear to look at that memory.
Hera looked at Mykel, and he looked troubled because his eyebrows were twitching. She could see that he felt a bit guilty, but not guilty enough to think it was all his fault.
"I was shocked back then, and it was the first time for me to see a pool of blood with my own two eyes. The first thing I did was call an ambulance, and it attracted a lot of attention, but thanks to all the connections I had, they managed to protect me from it," Myjek said as he looked at the memory of when the media covered that incident.
"To think I could live on as if nothing happened, how great the life I had at that moment," Mykel scoffed as if he mocked himself.
Hera watched Mykel and looked at the story that Nasha made based on the draft Mykel had. He was reading it day and night until he understood the flow of the story and the plot he could add in the future based on that.
"She promised me that she would help me until the end. She kept her promise and left a manuscript before she killed herself," Mykel looked at himself looking at the manuscript in the drawer. "At that moment, I despised how the story went, and that manuscript could help me understand the end of the story," Mykel explained as he sighed.
"I didn't even read the manuscript, used my own ideas and story. I even changed Asmond's personality to my current self at that moment. In the first place, Asmond wasn't mine to begin with, it was Nasha's perfect main character," Mykel crossed his arms as he watched himself stressed out and tried to make the story work on his own.
"Of course, the story turned into the worst story ever made. So many plot holes and the characters looked so different because the chemistry they had with Asmond felt forced and forgotten. I hate it, but I managed to finish it in the end," Mykel looked at how he lost all his wealth, fame, and everyone that used to support him, the friends he had, they all left him like he didn't exist.
"A human trash is what they called me. Thankfully, the death of Nasha didn't go to the surface, and it was buried and forgotten. I put myself in that situation, so I'm not blaming anyone, but myself," Mykel sighed as he fixed his hair.
"At that moment, I realized that everything that I had wasn't because of me. It was the help of the people around me, everything was because of them," Mykel looked at his pathetic self smoking in a small apartment.
"I hated myself, but I loathed Asmond more than anything. I also learned that if I want to get what I want, I have to get them myself," Mykel said with a serious expression.
Mykel stood right in front of Hera, and he gently put his hand under her chin. He looked at her with a smile on his face, a smile that felt different from how he used to show her.
"You're mine, and I would never let you go. No matter what happens," Mykel said.
"And I'm not going anywhere," Hera replied as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "You have shown me everything, so I will give you my everything," Hera kissed Mykel so passionately and bit his lips naughtily.
Mykel snapped his fingers and deactivated [Nigh-Omnipotence] skill. The two of them sat down and didn't say a word to each other.
"Now that you know everything. I don't think it's safe for you to go back to your world. She's able to read your memories, and it would put all of us in trouble," Mykel said as he sighed.
"Then... I can stay in the castle with Beldathiel," Hera replied and she seemed excited about it.
Mykel nodded with understanding and brought Hera to the castle. As soon as they arrived at the castle, they could feel the heavy and dark atmosphere in the hall. When they checked the hall, they were surprised and confused.
"You're finally here," Beldathiel said as she stood up and looked at Mykel. "We got a few guests here," Beldathiel looked at all her sisters who were gathered in the hall, and they were all judgingly staring at him.
"Looks like you'll be busy," Hera said as she chuckled and looked at all the demon Princesses except for Luciel who wasn't there with them.
