Life is a cycle? No, that's a lie. Life is a show where God is the producer and telecaster, and Fate is the writer and director. Just as in a movie, the director and writer decide which scenes must take place and how. Similarly, in our lives, Fate decides.

During all this, Rage was wrapped in the coils of Shira, a Shirohebi, and Melesa, the Medusa.

"Rage, I missed you... you know! Why did you leave me? Now I have to share you with this blind slut!" Shira whispered, her voice sending chills down Rage's spine.

"Excuse me, you water-chested witch! I've earned my place beside him, and don't forget, I'm the one who brought him here!" Melesa shot back, caressing Rage's chest, her touch sending shivers through him.

"Water-chested...? Have you lived long enough, Melesa?" Shira hissed, her anger flaring.

"Come at me with all your might!" Melesa retorted, removing her blindfold, hissing back at Shira. The two began to fight.

So, let's have a chat again. You might ask how everything came to this. Well, let’s go back to the flashback…

“Thank you, foolish human!” Melesa said, removing her blindfold and turning Rage into stone. After a moment, she kept his heart and head normal.

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“Rage...? You’re Rage, right?” Melesa asked, her hands fidgeting as she caressed Rage’s jawline. “Oh, my god... I can’t believe I finally found you!” Melesa's tone was sultry, her eyes glowing but not harming Rage. There was mad happiness in her body language.

“Yeah, I’m pretty popular, aren’t I? Hehe…” Rage replied, sweat forming near his neck. “Now, don’t you think it’s better to kill me right away with all your rage in me and get your vengeance? I understand, but don’t remember it correctly, but I’ve killed many demons, haha!” Rage laughed nervously.

“No... Are you scared of me?” Melesa asked.

“No, of course, I don’t give a shit about your snake hair!” Rage retorted, thinking it would offend her.

“That means a lot to me, you know. Finally, I’ll be able to become the bride of the Soul Prince!” Melesa exclaimed, wrapping Rage’s lips in a passionate kiss. Her tongue danced inside Rage’s mouth, exploring every single spot.

As she broke the kiss, she removed a crystal ball. “Finally... I have Rage’s Soulheart, ahh!” She tried to contact someone. Suddenly, a strong demonic aura emanated from the crystal ball, revealing a woman.

“Don’t tell me you found someone who looks like him!” The woman’s tone was cold, causing the crystal ball to crack as she spoke.

“No, Miss Zarelle... He’s really him, see!” Melesa shifted the crystal ball to Rage’s face. As the ball was shifted, the woman suddenly stumbled, nearly dropping her own crystal ball. She protected it somehow and got close to the ball. Her face was now visible. She had pale skin, white hair, and ice-blue eyes. It was clear she was an Ice Queen, which matched Rage’s.

“Rage! It’s you... My Rage… it’s really you…” The woman burst into tears, her voice cracking. “I’m sorry, my son... I was so cold to you... I understand Mother was wrong... Please come back. I won’t... You can marry that girl... What was her name? Rosalie... please, dear, come back, okay?”