♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅• ♱"Hello... sweetie" she said and even if my body did not react, even if I was just a spectator trapped in a piece of meat with arms and legs that did not respond to me, I shuddered.Had her voice always been like that? She had always had that intonation full of... what was that? Malice? No... it was different, it was different from how much Asmodeus mumbled that nickname; it was not disgusting or scary, it was almost... tempting.I thanked for a moment - I thanked that my body did not respond to me, that my senses were different from what it really looked like - otherwise -, I was sure that my cheeks would be red as if they would bleed at any time.But... she was there, her eyes were staring at me, her feet were in front of me and all I wanted was to say her name. I felt it in my tongue, I felt each one of those letters, I felt as if I was able to do it and then free myself, free myself from those bonds, from that place, from that eternal prison."As.

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅• ♱Darkness.I was used to the darkness - but I could still feel that cold in my spine.Then my eyes opened and it was not the usual darkness that struck me, but the sight of an emerald room."No... no... no..." I felt my whole body weigh.Calisto was looking at me with disgust and contempt... so why? Why the hell put me in that place?"Let me come back..." I wanted to beg Azrael who should be at my door right now, but it wasn’t like I could.I didn’t want to be there, I didn’t want to see Calisto, and I didn’t want it to happen again. It was changing, it had finally changed something after all this time... so why?"Ah... you woke up" a feminine and gentle voice smiled at me, but although I recognized all the maids of the castle, I did not remember this.They didn’t dress like that, they didn’t behave like that.Something was different then.His eyes were covered by a seal, his hair was dark in a purplish tone and his lips were black - just like his clo

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Asmodeus ⋅• ♱"Since when do you care about children?"Asra stared at me with a raised eyebrow, it was almost as if she was unable to understand me."And since when does that bother you so much?""She’s on Azrael’s side!" I said trying to argue, but she snitched."I don’t want to talk about it, enough..." she murmured with one hand over her face and I took her face."She looks angry" the little demon in my earring muttered."Asra!" I called her "you can’t pretend that nothing happened and that you’re not committing madness!"Nothing good would come from that angelic thing around her.Nada.How many times had I witnessed the death of that crimson-haired being?For a moment the memory of someone with equally wavy hair and the same color came to mind. To see that thing in front of me die again and again at the hands of Callisto because of that thing, that thing they call a saint, she tortures."What happened to you?""Asmodeus!" the grenade eyes stared at me "enoug

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Calisto ⋅• ♱Asra had simply gone to her palace taking the child they called a saint with her."Still worried?" Azrael asked me about the plaster pile."No."I lied."Of course..." he snorted and crossed his arms over his chest as Loren ran ahead of us, in his little hands were freshly picked flowers."Look Daddy! I brought flowers!"The happiness in the childish and sweet face of my son made me question how someone was able to harm that little being."Thank you, dear," I said crouching in front of him and receiving the flowers he had picked for me."Do you think Asra would like that? I remembered her when I saw the red flowers back there, but..." he stopped and his eyes stared at the ground "she’s far away... and I can’t give the flowers to her anymore."As he had left very early as soon as we quarreled about the saint - Asra did not bother to take care of anything else and thanks to this did not say goodbye to Loren.It was hard to explain to him that she had

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱Even from my room I could hear the screams, agonizing cries that seemed to intensify night after night."She didn’t leave the room and didn’t eat much either," the maids said."Better this way" Asmodeu completed with a huge smile "at least it’s not hindering us, right?"But still, the screams came at night, at dawn - they came and somehow I seemed to be the only one listening."Ignore" my common sense told me "it’s not your problem" I repeated myself whenever I had the opportunity and yet, those agonizing screams invaded my mind, they kept me awake during the night - all the time until the sobs came from the other side of that door.Elaine had no nightmares in the novel, she had no such dreams and her sleep had never been so disturbed. Elaine did not feed badly.Was it all my fault? Was she like that for the things I did?Was it all my fault that I changed? It was inevitable that I would ask myself - especially when everything seemed to revolve around the changes I