When you have already suffered too much pain, the pain that comes after that is simply a yawn before sleeping.
Luther, the second Marshal, had lost his only son and the wife he loved so much didn't love him back. What could be worse than that? Certainly not some physical pain at least.
Harlia broke both legs of Luther and Luther crumbled on the ground, not uttering a word.
The soldiers, Marshals, Generals all had eyes on him, their eyes contained contempt and hatred.
"Burn him!"
"Kill the Killer!"
"Destroy him!"
Everyone wanted Luther's death and the man in question was just lying with his face first on the ground.
Cupid couldn't see all this happening.
"He is not the killer and yet he is facing treatment like one. How can you watch all of this with a straight face? This is technically an innocent getting punished for a crime he didn't do."
