The most terrible and cruel executioner for me was the one who, it seemed, could give me the whole Universe. And he gave it. A universe of pain. The one I loved more than life itself. The Emperor’s hatred and jealousy made me his pitiful slave, a toy in the hands of an inventive inquisitor, who took everything from me and plunged me into the abyss of his black, bestial passion, more like death itself. I don’t know if it’s possible to live with a dead heart...