It's time to say goodbye.

Laughing again, she circled around him, her steps echoing in the empty space. Stopping abruptly, she took a deep breath, her hand landing heavily on his shoulder.

"Mr. Lucky, you're nothing but a task to me, a task that's now successfully completed, and it's time to end this charade. You should have heeded your brother's warnings all those times he tried to tell you I'm a bad person. He was trying to save you from my trap, but you were blinded by love, unable to see the truth. You even chased him away, telling him not to show his face to you again. Poor soul, he was only trying to protect you," she revealed, her eyes gleaming with a playful pity.

"So you mean... all that was between us was a lie? Are you serious?" he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief and hurt.

"Yes, baby, every goddamn thing was a lie. I never loved you. Who could love a guy like you? I couldn't wait to end all of those pretenses. You were so irritating," she said, her tone dripping with disdain.

"Abi, please tell me you don't mean all that you've said. If you're angry with me... I'm... I'm sorry. Your words are so painful... I'm so pained right now, Abi," he begged, clutching his chest as he sank to his knees.

"No need to cry; this is just the beginning. So be ready to listen," she warned, her voice cutting through the tension.

"My name is Velverosa, and I'm a member of Black Dragon, working for Master Zuka especially. I actually don't give a damn about anybody, neither you nor anyone else. Do you want me to tell you a story about your parents?" she asked, her tone chillingly calm.

Lucky stared at her, speechless, unsure of what to say.

"There's no need to ask, because it's something you need to know. The person who killed your parents... is none other than me, Mr. Lucky. I was the one who killed your parents, and your poor brother got blamed for it. I pity him again. You've actually blamed the wrong person; your brother isn't the one who killed your parents, I'm the one who did it. And do you know why? Master Zuka sent me to kill them so we could get the key from you guys. But unfortunately, it wasn't with them; they just got wasted. What a pity. So, after many years, Master Zuka sent me to you when the information got to him that the keys are with you. And do you know why I'm so happy right now? You've actually made the work easier for me by giving me the key, thinking I'm just a pure, innocent soul. I was actually aware when you turned it into a form of energy and put it in me. I low-key smiled, but you didn't realize it. And now that I've gotten what I want, you're nothing but a useless piece of rubbish to me," she proudly proclaimed, her smile twisted with malice as she looked down at him.

Lucky was struck by a whirlwind of emotions—shock, numbness, and speechlessness. He remained on his knees, tears streaming down his cheeks, as he gazed at Abigail. Her words had shattered him, leaving him weak and vulnerable. The realization that Ziyad was innocent all along only added to his agony. He had unjustly blamed and pushed away his brother, who had been trying to protect him.

He longed to see Ziyad, to apologize and make things right, but he knew it was impossible, it's too late already.

Since the moment he had harshly told Ziyad to stay away, he hadn't seen him. The thought of never seeing his brother again weighed heavily on him, adding to his sense of despair.

Abigail grabbed him by the collar, forcing him to meet her gaze. Her eyes bore into his, cold and merciless.

"This will be your end, Mr. Lucky. I purposely tricked you into coming here. It's time to say goodbye to this world. We don't need you here," she snarled, brandishing a dagger.

Lucky's voice trembled as he managed to utter, "Abigail... Why did you do this to me?" His words were barely audible, but they conveyed the depth of his confusion and pain.

Laughing coldly, Abigail's voice echoed through the darkened forest, sending shivers down Lucky's spine.

"Because that's what I'm meant to do. That's my purpose. I was made to kill and ruin anyone I'm told to, just like my parents were brutally killed right in front of me. Don't expect me to have pity for anyone, not you or anyone else. In your next life, learn not to fall in love. There's nothing called love... It's all lies, deceit, and betrayal that hide behind the word 'love'," she whispered into his ear, her words dripping with malice.

With a forceful shove, she pushed him away, ripping off the love chain from around her neck and placing it in his hand.

"This belongs to you, not me. Go find your love in heaven," she declared, her gaze piercing into his soul.

Tearing the tip of her middle finger, she let the blood drop onto the dagger. The blood sizzled as it touched the blade, turning it a shimmering red color. Without hesitation, she plunged the dagger into his heart.

Everything seemed to slow down for Lucky as he looked at the dagger embedded in his chest and then back at Abigail. A single tear rolled down his cheek, warm against her hand. She could feel his pain, his betrayal, and his disbelief. He was overwhelmed, rendered speechless by the magnitude of her actions. All he could do was stare, his eyes reflecting the agony of his shattered heart.

Pushing the dagger deeper, Abigail watched as blood gushed from Lucky's chest, staining his clothes crimson. The dagger, infused with her blood, seemed to have a life of its own, piercing through his flesh effortlessly. She relished in the sight of his agony, knowing that her blood had sealed his fate.

With a forceful pull, she withdrew the dagger, leaving Lucky staggering backward toward the edge of the cliff. He touched his bleeding chest in disbelief, his eyes wide with shock as he realized that the mere dagger was enough to kill him. Or was it because it had her blood on it? The truth dawned on him—it was her blood that made the wound lethal. It had always been said: something must kill a man, but he never imagined it would be this, betrayed by the woman he loved.

"Am I going to die?" he asked, his voice trembling with fear and disbelief.

"Yes, Lucky. You're going to die, and it's time to say goodbye," Abigail replied coldly, her gaze unwavering.

"Do you hate me that much?" he questioned, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes, Lucky. I hate you. You disgust me. I feel so irritated when I'm with you," she spat, her words dripping with contempt.

" But I've always loved you...." He said tears pooling.

As the sound of approaching guards reached their ears, Abigail turned to see them in the distance. Their presence was a stark reminder of the imminent danger they faced, but Abigail remained unfazed, her determination unwavering.

"It's time to say goodbye, Lucky. Sleep well," she said, her voice chillingly calm as she used her powers to forcefully push him over the edge.

Lucky plummeted down the cliff, his eyes locked onto Abigail's until she disappeared from view, swallowed by the void. As he fell, the world around him blurred into a dark, endless abyss. The cold wind whipped past him, mingling with his tears, which floated away in the weightless descent. Each second felt like an eternity, filled with regret and sorrow.

His mind raced with thoughts of his brother, Ziyad. The realization that Ziyad had been innocent all along tore at him. The brother he had wrongfully blamed, the brother who had tried to save him despite everything—he would never get the chance to apologize. The pain of that lost opportunity was almost as unbearable as the physical agony. His thoughts shifted to Master Leander, who must be waiting for him, oblivious to the peril he was in.

"I've failed everyone," he thought, a wave of despair washing over him. "I'm useless. I couldn't save my realms or myself. Is this really how it ends?"

The wound in his chest throbbed, each pulse a painful reminder of Abigail's betrayal. He tried to summon his powers, but the blood loss had weakened him beyond measure. The energy within him flickered, sputtered, and died out, leaving him helpless.

As he fell deeper into the void, the coldness seeped into his bones. The realization of his impending death settled over him like a shroud. Memories flashed before his eyes—moments of love, joy, and sorrow, all tinged now with the bitterness of betrayal. Abigail's face loomed in his mind, her cold eyes and cruel smile haunting him.

"I'll never forgive her," he vowed silently. "No matter what, I'll remember how deceitful she was. Nothing can ever make me forgive her."

The ground rushed up to meet him, and in those final moments, he felt a strange sense of acceptance. There was no escaping his fate now. He closed his eyes, bracing for the impact.

"So this is what it feels like to die?" he wondered, a sad smile tugging at his lips. " So this is love?..... I made a mistake giving it a chance"

The impact was sudden and brutal. His body hit the rocky ground with a sickening thud, shattering upon impact. Pain exploded through him, then faded quickly as darkness claimed him completely. His final breath left his body, and Lucky Damon, the fallen god, was no more.