♱ •⋅ 3690 I.C ⋅• ♱There was once an ancient king who fell in love with a being completely opposite to him and as the romance between them developed, a curious phoenix watched them."What a fool" she once said as she snuggled into her nest "isn’t it obvious they won’t be able to be together? Look at them... they’re too different, they’re natural enemies."The mermaid, who has always been by the side of the phoenix since the day she was born, smiled. A weak, friendly smile."If you think they’re so silly, why do you keep watching? Isn’t this the 16th time you’ve been here? Looking at them? What? Fell in love with her? Or maybe for him?" The mermaid provoked "no... did... fall in love with both?"The phoenix has snitched."What the hell are you talking about? I’m a phoenix! I don’t fall in love unless I want to! And everyone knows that love is something questionable and made only for mortals to think that there is something beyond the basic motif of reproduction"the proud phoenix grumbl

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱A few hours were needed until finally Asmodeus had stopped his tantrum. He had really felt the idea of being let go, but what would everyone say if they knew that the much-feared prince of lust was just a whining baby who hates feeling left out or abandoned.It was comical.The more time I spent in the world of that novel, the more comical I felt each of the characters were.Of course, there were exceptions - like Azrael, who now looked at me with such hatred that I even wondered if Asra had not stabbed him or done something worse before I could reincarnate.Had she killed his mother? Had she caused his downfall? It still didn’t make sense. Azrael’s hatred seemed too much, it seemed destined for me. Not Asra, not the phoenix who lived "peacefully" as the king’s concubine, but me. The version of Asra who decided to live.Who decided to act differently."What are you thinking?" Asmodeus asked me bringing me back to reality."Humm..." I grumbled "I was trying to remem

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱"How can he?" I asked myself more than Asmodeus, but the demon still shrugged."Who knows? Maybe he didn’t like the way things work down here. In the end you have to remember... angels are still angels, even when they fall" he muttered and there was so much contempt in his voice that I wondered if Asmodeus had any past with angels. A past he couldn’t hide or forget."What do you mean?" I questioned even though I knew I shouldn’t, even when my words could bring bad memories to him, but the demon just denied it with his head."Nothing much, just that angels remain angels" he replied and even if his lips showed a half smile, he still could not hide his disgust "angels are treacherous, laden with jealousy, envy and a cruel and heartless loyalty. The truth..." he stopped and his eyes turned to the window of the chariot "the truth is that angels and demons have too different concepts of reality."I settled.When it came to this world, that was really true.It was almost

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱"So?" I smiled and the little girl who was now clinging to a piece of bread looked suspicious at me and then to Asmodeus who did not even try to appear friendly."Humm..." the girl bit the bread like a hungry animal "I..."She swallowed it hard."I was too skinny..." she muttered as if feeling guilty "I...""Say, dear..." I said trying to encourage."I..."Asmodeus sighed."Speak at once, child," he said squatting in front of her "what was it about you being thin?"I felt like hitting him for treating a little girl like that, but at that moment - I just couldn’t.The girl bit her mouth off by cutting her own lip."They said I was too skinny and that... it didn’t serve as tribute" she muttered "so... they took my sister."My chest is heavy."Your... your sister?"She nodded and Asmodeus snitched."They weren’t wrong, you really are very thin.""I... know" she muttered as if feeling even more guilty after hearing from Asmodeus that those who took her sister - were ri

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱At some point I just fell asleep and when I woke up hours later, he was not in my room and much less next to me. There was no sign of Callisto’s existence.I got up, did not have much to do in my bed and honestly was not so tired after sleeping for so many hours. So I arranged my hair in braids and wore the lightest dress in Asra’s wardrobe.A dark green, pulled to the emerald.It was as if I had come out of a fairy tale, had such delicate embroidery that seemed almost surreal.I didn’t know where Callisto was, but I knew that now that it was night, Loren would probably be in the library, so I headed there.But to my complete surprise, there was the sound of low laughter coming from the office."No! Dad! You promised!" Someone said between laughs and when I realized, was leaning the door practically entering the place."Asra!" The voice of Loren and Callisto mingled as they called me in unison, made me smile and then I simply pushed the doors into place "did you co