The voice of devil

Aelthar watched Rio break down in tears, his body jerking in silent sobs _and couldn't help but feel confused.

He looked at the girl whose death the mortal was mourning so seriously, and couldn't help but frown as he noticed she was still breathing.

A frown creased his divine features. The killing strike had landed—his eyes had seen it through the fog, the blade buried deep into her chest.

By all means, she should be dead.

But she wasn't.

Not exactly.

The sword had indeed pierced where the heart should be. Yet, by a rare twist of fate—one in a million medical anomalies—this girl's heart had not been where it was supposed to be.

Instead of the left, it was slightly on the right side of her chest.

Aelthar glanced at Rio, waiting for the moment when he, too, would realize the truth. But the moment never came.

If Rio was a little bit more sane he would've remembered it, noticed it _