232 No Longer Safe

"A child named after Faustus, a mortal who sold his soul to the devil in exchange for knowledge. Truly, what an odd name to name after a child."

'…'

"Father."

The Forsaken was now in a foul mood. He was slowly merging with his vessel, and thus he was able to see a glimpse of his memories. 

Happiness. Love. A family.

That is what he had.

The Forsaken—that is what they called him now, wondered that if the moon completely merges with each other in the clock seal, then would he be the one harboring all what this child has?

He scoffed.

Of course.

All of it will be his—and it wouldn't matter, for he will rule the world in a matter of time.

"What is it?" The Forsaken's eyes gleamed. "Make it quick. I'm in a foul mood right now."

Coming from the dark corner was a new face he hadn't seen in years. He had sent him, after all, to wreak havoc to other countries. 

"Gluttony." The forsaken stared. "What of Verteidigerin?"