"I'm just joking!" Axel laughed evilly. "Your friend is still sleeping! However, let me remind you that she doesn't seem to be a good person!"
"Why do you say that?" I asked, puzzled.
"Because I can smell the scent of darkness!" Axel sniffed my neck as he spoke. "There's a rotten smell of death on you! We're the same, Isrena. They are all people who have been resurrected from hell. Haven't you thought of the question?"
"What question?" I unconsciously frowned.
"As a witch, don't you know that there is no such thing as resurrection in this world?" Axel suddenly became serious. "Perhaps, all of this is just an illusion! Our resurrection is just a small crack in the gate of hell. When the gate is about to close, the dead souls return to where they should go! This is the law of balance of nature!"
"You know something I don't know, right?" I woke up and looked at Axel, who had a complicated expression on his face."