He promised us paradise.
Eternity. No aging. No disease. No conflict. Just endless perfection. That should’ve been the first clue. But we were all too eager, too desperate to believe. Negasi was a master at weaving lies, spinning them into golden threads—a silky web too beautiful to resist.

One night, we still clung to Earth—the familiar, the flawed, the real. The next, we woke up in a digital prison.

I never trusted Negasi.
You always said it was jealousy. That I hated him because he had everything I wanted—power, wealth, genius. I did hate him. You were right. I hated how easily he dreamed of the Digital World, how he bent it to his will like clay. I hated how arrogantly he reached for the impossible. And I, too small, too scared, could never bring myself to try.

But now? Even after all I’ve learned about him—about the boy who would be god—I envy him. His drive. His conviction.

I never trusted Negasi.
But you did. You trusted him enough to take that first step. “It’s a new world, a new beginning,” you said, your eyes alight with the thrill of possibility. “Why not come with me?”
You promised we could return if it all turned hollow. How blind you were. How naïve.

Would things have been different if I had followed you? If I had stood by your side? Would eternity have felt sweeter if we had faced it together?

Negasi sold us a poisoned fruit disguised as paradise.
I doubted, but I almost clicked that link. Almost. The world stretched before me—our future, our paradise, together. But I stayed. And now, I live with it. The fear. The regret. The weight of a choice I cannot undo.

Dark things have come to light about Negasi’s so-called genius.
I never trusted a boy who played at god’s level. But recently, I’ve discovered something darker. Something all-consuming.

I hate him. I hate him, Ife. I hate Tariku Negasi. I hate the way he took you from me, turned you into nothing but data. I hate how he made me write these letters to a memory, knowing you’re gone. They deleted you, Ife. Erased you. Because you were too much—a virus, they called you. Too much for their perfect world.

Your perfect genius killed you.
He killed you. He killed me. He killed us.

Don’t worry, my heart.
I will make him pay. I’ll tear his world apart. I’ll burn it all down. I’ll destroy him, piece by piece. And when it’s done, when there’s nothing left of him but ash, I’ll join you in the Black Sheet. I’ll walk with you in the darkness. I won’t leave you again. Not even in the cold emptiness of oblivion.

You never saw it, but I never needed Dev.
I didn’t need their paradise. I found my heaven in you—in the scent of your hair, the warmth of your skin. The way you felt in my arms. I found it in you. Negasi took that away from me, and I won’t rest. This snarling emotion with teeth and fangs in my chest—this voice of my regrets and a dark, dangerous desire to watch Negasi suffer—won’t rest until I’ve brought his heaven to hell and joined him there.

Rest easy, my heart…
I’ll join you in Oblivion soon.

I love you, always.

Yours.

Written by King Sebastian