Seeing the frail body of my beloved son beneath my feet awakens in me an uncontainable rage, a fury that no force can appease. Only one thought takes hold of my mind as I make my way to the farm: "Vengeance has taken possession of my soul. I watch as my hopes are consumed by the flames, the fields that once glowed golden with glistening wheat fields are now a dreary grey, covered in an immense amount of ashes.

As I approach my humble abode, I witness Steve's body being devoured by the flames. I find him chained to some kind of star, his twisted entrails exposed as if in a macabre feast, his eyes gouged out and hanging from his face. Before his life is snuffed out, I hear screams that tear at my soul.

The impossibility of climbing up and untying his body fills me with despair. The flames devour Steve, and on my knees, with tears in my eyes, I beg him for forgiveness. I promise him vengeance again and again until his mortal soul reaches the peace he longed for. As I plunge into the forest, I hear the gasps of a woman.

Cautiously, I move deeper, my heart stirred by recent events and my soul intoxicated with despair at not knowing Juliet's whereabouts. The silhouette of two men violently assaulting a woman looms before me. Although I can't see their faces clearly, my heart is pounding with despair, and the voice I hear is familiar. In horror, I look at Juliet's face in agony and despair, her soul extinguished, the joy I loved so well gone.

Fury seizes me. I pick up a rock and strike it repeatedly until it vanishes in my hands. The assailant drops a small knife, which I take with determination. I stab the next man until his head is inches away from falling off his body. Hastily, I take Juliet in my arms as she struggles to survive.

In her agony, she begs me to end her suffering. I refuse and beg her to fight for her life. Juliet begins to cry in my lap, begging me to end the pain. She places my hand on her chest and confesses that she still loves me, telling me through tears that she would rather die knowing she was always mine than continue to live with the cursed memory of being taken by other men. I can't articulate a response, my throat is closed, and a knot tightens my heart.

She takes my head and kisses me for the last time, she takes my dagger-wielding hand and slowly plunges it into her chest, she fades into my arms with tears in her eyes and her soul torn in two, I take her slender body in my arms and begin to walk across those fields that today burn in the flames of despair.

With each step, I remember those days that have vanished, the tears do not stop running down my face, I promised him that we would be together forever, I can not understand why God is so cruel, he has taken everything from me in an instant, I deny again and again my bad luck, I have blinded myself to his will and his mercy, Nothing is left for me.

I only wish for death, I approach that damn tree where it all began, if I had never come she would be alive, damn it because that rope didn't take my life she would still be alive, she would be someone else's wife but she would probably be happy, I'm so miserable because I couldn't protect my beloved, it's all the same to me now.

I start to dig a grave next to our son, before leaving her in her cold grave, I shout with all my strength that we will see each other again in this or the next life, I hear the guards approaching, I see how the Viceroy's banner is waving from one side to the other.

I am captured by the guards and I am sent to the public square for my execution, they have incriminated me of murdering my family, I don't care what they can do with me, I am dead inside, my soul has burned and was buried under that tree next to my family, the viceroy has committed an insult, suddenly I see that gentleman who spared my life when I was kidnapped. According to the murmur of the spectators I understand that he is the hero who will save humanity from the infernals. He gives the order for my execution on the guillotine, as I am considered an apostle of Zephyr, who was sent from another world to exterminate mankind.

I am placed on the guillotine, the executioner cuts the ropes, everything goes dark in front of me, I hear a voice that thanks me for my eternal loyalty, in the darkness I can see an elderly woman who is tied to a rock, she introduces herself as Zephyr the true god of this world, anger blinds me to see that the god I loved so much had abandoned me, the blood still gushes from her mortal wound.

He asks me to calm down, he explains to me that in his state it was impossible to save my family, the chains that bind him diminish his will, I understand the situation but I still regret the death of my family, I am really devastated.

He offers me a chance to take revenge on those who have betrayed me in exchange for swearing allegiance to him and thus become his apostle to assassinate the god who rules the laws of this rotten world, I accept without thinking about the consequences as my heart desires and craves revenge.

He tells me that Athar's Sinful Metamorphosis ability can finally be activated as I have fulfilled all the necessary requirements to unlock the ability. I ask him what is the use of this ability

That room covered in darkness begins to tremble as Zephyr has exhausted what little magic he had by forging the pact of loyalty, he tells me that I will be sent to my old world and that in the little time I have left to live I should write my memories on a leaf, this leaf is enchanted with a cursed oath that will allow me to travel back to this world.

Its magic will be unleashed when I can be reborn in some future reincarnation, it says goodbye to me wishing to see me again, suddenly everything is illuminated in front of me, I find myself back in my old world with the little time of life I have left I have written this oath with my blood and my last breath.

To whoever has the honour of reading this letter, which documents my misadventures in the other world, I do not implore you to trust my words, for it could well be the delirium of a failed and inebriated writer. I only pray that you will capture this account, thus allowing me to return to that realm of fantasy to bring justice against those who conspired against me.

London - 22/10/1825