Thalassotélos — XII

The whispered words of the devil could not be resisted, true temptation, true lust for anything and everything rose from the darkest depths of a person's heart.

A heart with light in it, a heart with goodness in it; it was a heart that could not be corrupted.

A heart which could not be influenced, a heart which could not be blackened. Such a pure heart belonged to none but the most benevolent of men, of beings.

But what if a heart like that, a heart which once knew kindness, which once knew gentleness, is a heart that has been broken.

Not by love. Never by love.

What if such a heart has been broken by the world? By the cruel hand dealt to them by the heaven above?

What if a heart like that has been treated like a toy to be played with, a commodity to be put to use?

For nothing but enjoyment.

Nothing but to relieve the tedium of those who lived an eternal life? Then what?