The Butterfly Effect

"Yes." Damien cut me off. "And that's not even the worst part."

I stared at the ground, my mind spinning. "What could be worse than that?"

"The Pagoda would never allow an artificial world unless there was a hidden purpose behind it."

A sharp pain throbbed in my temple.

"A hidden purpose?"

"Exactly."

Something about that made my chest feel tight. My world—this world—wasn't meant to exist.

It was artificial.

A creation that defied the natural order.

I swallowed hard. "Then… why does it feel so broken?"

The words left my lips before I even realized I was speaking.

Because it did.

This world felt incomplete.

There were inconsistencies. Flaws. The mere fact that I had a system when The Book of Sin clearly stated it should have been Azazel's… 

Something was very wrong.