Even though he wasn't looking at me, I was able to appreciate how a feeling as dark as it was unknown had colored his features, to the point of making him look dangerous and frightening... But at the same time it made me long to know what that other thing was that I couldn't perceive."I'm not sure how long it lasted." Asmodeus chained me to a pillar in his torture arena so that I could see everything ... I recognized on his face, every time one of the three was beaten, the satisfaction that this caused him. They did all kinds of bestialities to Aeriele and Kaspiel, and I didn't have the strength for anything. Neither to help them, nor to flee from that damn place. There were a thousand demons ready to watch and participate. Even Zeross, with his enormous size and imposing manner, was humiliated and reduced his pride to nothing… his endless martyrdom only ended when Asmodeus grew bored of them, and set their bodies on fire. Not just any one. There is a special fire, one that only a f

He shook his head slightly stubbornly, unconvinced. Before he added anything else, I hastened to say:—But I think the real reason was because they loved you, Azazziel. They wouldn't have endured all that if it hadn't been like that.I saw him furrow his brow and shake his head in another stubborn denial. However, a couple of seconds later, a barely perceptible half smile appeared on her face, although it was fleeting.Azazziel looked up until his eyes focused on my face."Stop looking at me like that," he muttered bitterly. I don't need you to pity me. I only told you so you'd stop fucking bothering me.I frowned. I wasn't aware of exactly how I was watching him, but I immediately stood up and crossed my arms while looking away."I don't pity you," I lied, trying to show disdain."I feel like I have to apologize for the bar," he said. It almost seemed to me that she resorted to it in a desperate act to change the subject and forget everything before. It partly worked, because I immed

I swallowed hard in an attempt to dissolve the lump that suddenly formed in my throat. Shock, surprise and confusion wreaked havoc inside me, and I didn't know what to respond.I turned sharply, turning my back on him, and strode down the street."He's lying ," a malicious voice whispered in my mind. «He is not going to give you your soul back. "He's not going to undo the pact, he has no reason to, he doesn't give a shit about you . "I shook my head to silence the voice. But a dizzying sensation, more violent and overwhelming, gripped my chest and prevented me from continuing to walk. I remained motionless, standing in the middle of the street, flooded by both the rain and the images that shook my mind.Something came over me at that moment. Something unknown vibrated in the center of my chest and pulled me in the direction he was fleeing from. The weight of what had happened today hit me more abruptly than the cold of the atmosphere. More devastating , because it was a betrayal of

-Not now! —She interrupted me abruptly in her haste—. Ask him, if you want. See you, Ams. —And he hung up, without giving me time to say goodbye.I let out a dismayed snort, as I looked at the device with the broken screen in my hand, and in the corner of which a black strip was already visible that obstructed the clarity of the image.I stared absently at the ceiling again and stayed like that for a while, still feeling the painful pulsations attacking my head. She also had a slight discomfort in her stomach, but she wasn't sure if it was from too much alcohol or from the realization of what had happened the night before.After Azazziel told me that I should go inside because I was too soaked from the rain, the first thing I did was dry myself off and, immediately after, curl up on the edge of my bed, with my arms wrapped around my knees, and I stayed still. that position for a period that seemed eternal to me.The flurry of my thoughts seemed to get worse every time I went over what

Those words threw me off balance.I blinked, seeing a more noticeable concern than before appear on his face. However, far from moving me, what she told me caused the anger that I was trying to calm out of respect for him to increase in an unhealthy way."What do you think I do?" —I asked, with shock and rage seeping into my tone—. Do you think I'm going out to get high or something?"You went out drinking last night," he replied, placing both hands on his hips in an accusatory gesture. Blood immediately covered my face and revealed the shame that statement caused in me. And you're not even twenty-one yet. Do you know how much trouble you could get into for that?"Please, Dad," I huffed, fully aware of how much he hated us doing that in front of him and in the middle of an argument, because I considered it rude. No one waits until twenty-one to start drinking.Surprise took over his features, and at the same time it also crossed my insides, just because I knew that, not long ago, I wo