How many times have we fallen in love, adored someone we believed was "the chosen one," the missing half that completes us?
How many times did we sacrifice for them? Wasn't that innocent, sincere love enough? Wasn't the word "I love you" from a heart that endured betrayal and cruelty sufficient? But no more. I've forgotten you, and I'll never love you again. For Abdul Jalil, that angel, has died, and Pablo was born from the womb of a shattered heart.
My dear, I've crafted a new heart capable of loving many girls—but first, I must marry Marsha to seize power, then reveal my true plan.
A war rages within me: between a pure soul clinging to divine instinct and the venom of Senatora craving control.
My love for Marsha is logical, but my love for endless, irreplaceable opportunities burns brighter. First, ignite a feud between them,let them tear at each other like beasts while I sit back and watch. Remember:
Abdul Jalil is descended from Ali Pasha. Do not tarnish that name. This is what Yazor Yatork whispers inside me, coiling like a serpent, a cancer devouring me slowly.
*Yazor Yatork:
"Perhaps you're right. I'm tired of living like an insect."
Yazor Yatork:
"Act like a man. Let them fight, and claim the victor."
Abdul Jalil:
"Fine. I'll heed your advice."
Yazor Yatork:
"But first, go to the Helliam Gate. Look deeply, a surprise awaits. You'll see your future."
Abdul Jalil:
"Truly? Can I see my future?"
Yazor Yatork:
"Of course. I promise you'll never love again."
My heart races as if I'm suffering a cardiac arrest or worse, falling in love for the first time.
Approaching the Helliam Gate, which resembles a grave opened just for me, I see a circular pool of clear water swirling in hypnotic circles, pulling me toward my fate. Will it be as I imagined?
Step by step, my soul shrivels inside me. Fear envelops my heart like a thorned vine, draining me of humanity, casting me into a sea of curses just as love once hurled me into damnation.
In a suicidal stance before the Helliam Gate, I surrender my fate as if offering my neck to an executioner. A few seconds of ragged breaths, then I step forward, staring into the gate, awaiting the truth of my story's end. My face twists in horror as emotions detonate like an atomic bomb, obliterating me. Tears cascade as I collapse to my knees, screaming:
"I thought you loved me! I thought you were my other half!"
Yazor Yatork:
"What do you think of love, Abdul Jalil? I'll tell you what I told your grandfather: *No one will ever love you more than I do*."
I weep like an infant deprived of its mother's warmth, believing I'd found the tenderness I lacked in Denmark. Struggling to speak through shock:
"I loved her truly. I gave her my heart, and she took it. Yazor Yatork, tell me what to do!"
Yazor Yatork:
"Fulfill your destiny. Marry her, and I'll reveal the rest of the plan at the altar."
Abdul Jalil:
"I trust you blindly, Yazor."
Yazor Yatork:
"Good. Rise and wipe your tears. Someone's coming."
Marsha (calling):
"Abdul Jalil! Where are you?!"
I rise swiftly, drying my tears as Marsha bursts in, her demeanor shifting.
She presses a knife to my throat, shrieking:
"Tell me what you saw! Or—"
Abdul Jalil:
"Or what? Kill me? Don't you know I'm already dead?!"
Marsha:
"Just tell me! There are things you don't understand—let me explain!"
Yazor Yatork (whispers):
"Don't tell her…"
Abdul Jalil:
"I saw… the eye that sees the truth…"
Before I finish, she lunges at me, kissing me violently as if clawing for the love left in me. I shove her to the ground, declaring coldly:
"I don't need your kiss. Let's proceed to the wedding."
Marsha rises, brandishing a sword:
"This isn't fair! I truly love you! What did you see?! Is *this* your love? If so, take my heart now—I won't wait!"
Marsha:
"What do you expect? To love me like this—ugly, dark? Do you want to spend eternity with me in this form?!"
Abdul Jalil:
"I never saw you as ugly. To me, you were a beautiful queen—seen with my heart, not my eyes. We'll meet at the altar."
I slap her hard:
"That's for stealing my heart."
Then kiss her deeply until she crumples, tears in her eyes:
"And this kiss is for everything. We marry today. After sunset, we part ways—but let's not deny I've fallen for a cursed love."
I stride out, ignoring her cries.
Marsha (to herself):
"Who does he think he is? I'll kill him! No—I love him. Calm down, Marsha… I'll kill you, traitor!"
She chases me, but I slam the door, leaving her with three sudden henchmen:
Marco :
"Well done."
Spark:
"Yazor will reward us."
Kyros:
"It's not over. To the altar!"
Marco:
"Stick to the plan."
Spark:
"Yes ,before he kills her."