Amath had slept for centuries under the restrictions he had placed upon himself.

He didn't want to live, only that he couldn't die if Michael was still alive, so since nothing in this world interested him, Amath just plunged into darkness, of his own free will.

But lately, there was a light that would not let him rest.

A voice, a laugh, a smell, a call to his soul.

He felt he was missing something too important by not being there.

But he resisted again and again, Amath didn't want to wake up because that would mean suffering again, just like now, looking through Michael's eyes, into emptiness and despair.

They had found his mate, he understood now, she had appeared in his existence, the light in his eternal darkness.

A light that was extinguished without even getting to know her.

"Michael, where is my mate, answer me now, d4mn it, you...!!!"

"I've lost her," Michael answered him, looking out into the void, at the horizon, where the first rays of the sun were awakening.

A sun with stor