Rachel held the Shard, her expression calm, but Li Ang could still sense her grief.
She was so young, yet she had already endured so much.
It had forced her to "grow up."
And now, she was making a choice.
She held out her other hand to Li Ang. "Godfather, someone has to guard Three Palaces."
"I'm the child of a demon. Hell is my home."
Rachel tried to convince herself.
Li Ang took the Key of Hell and put it away.
"I can't do that."
Li Ang shook his head. "This isn't your home. Kara and Ciri are still waiting for you to come back."
"If I leave you here, Harley and Ivy will never forgive me. Come home with me, Rachel."
Rachel's eyes glistened with tears. "But..."
She lowered her head and looked at the red Shard in her hand. She could feel Three Palaces struggling, trying to break free.
But the power of Hell was pressing down on him, making him suffer without respite.
Before the true King of Hell, Three Palaces, a demon from another world, was no different from a little demon of Hell.
So Hell was the best place to keep Three Palaces suppressed.
As for killing him, it would probably take someone like Lucifer acting in person.
Li Ang looked to one side and spoke to the air. "Could you help me?"
Only then did Rachel notice that someone had been standing beside Li Ang all along. She hadn't sensed her at all.
The woman had fair skin and wore a gothic look, with heavy makeup and slightly tousled black hair.
She looked eccentric and peculiar, yet somehow gave off an incredibly gentle air.
She looked young, but carried the clear-eyed insight of someone who had seen through the world.
Second Sister looked