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♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱
There was a lot to talk about when it came to history, but nothing had ever left me as stunned as that. The strong, warm arms of the man I had always dreamed of were around me, and he was looking at me smiling with the violet eyes I so admired.
He looked real.
"What is it?" he asked me in a husky, gentle voice.
"Nothing," I said, wondering if this was all a dream or not, but he just continued to stand there, his eyes now closed as he hugged me.
This was certainly one of the best dreams I had ever had.
"Sir" a male voice called out to him and I saw Callisto raise his face in displeasure.
"What the hell do you want?" he grumbled.
"We have learned of something that may interest you, sir" the man said, and I felt my back freeze.
"I'm busy" he said, sinking his face into my back, I could feel his breath on my bare skin and it made my face hot.
"Sir" the man insisted and by now I knew what would happen, I had read and reread that scene a thousand times, so I repeated mentally as he spoke in perfect synchrony "a girl ascended in front of Samael's cathedral".
Callisto grunted, and I could feel his fangs against my skin, but he hadn't bitten me, he was just clearly displeased.
"Then kill her at once," he growled.
"We can't, sir" the man said, and I smiled even though I didn't mean to.
Whether it was a dream or not, he was being too faithful to the book I had read so many, many times, and if it really was him, if it really was that scene, then... I was...
My gaze wandered around the room in search of a mirror, and when I found it, I bit my lip hard, hard enough to tear it open.
Hair as red as blood, ruby eyes without pupils, and skin as pale as that of a real corpse.
There was no doubt, I was Asra.
The king's concubine, the one who tried against the god-sent saint, the one who would succeed not only in healing the king's son, but who would win his heart and make him good again - as well as the one who caused his death.
Callisto looked annoyed as his arms released me, and he sat up in bed.
"Do you need your king to solve something so silly? What the hell good are princes to me?" he was clearly annoyed, but my eyes were busy on his statuesque body, on every feature of his face.
No matter how many fanarts I had seen or how many times I had imagined him, I would never come close to Callisto's true beauty.
The long black hair flowed down his back in wavy, messy cascades thanks to what we had clearly done earlier - but to my total misfortune, I wasn't even dreaming at this beautiful moment - the rose quartz eyes.
Callisto was like a true masterpiece, a wonderful body that seemed to have been delicately sculpted. Slim, slightly defined, with perfect proportions, covered with tattoos and now red marks.
I sighed and Callisto looked at me waiting for the tantrum and the morning Asra always did when he had to leave her, I remembered this scene well, I remembered how I had understood her and at the same time found it annoying.
But it was all just a dream, so who cares about the original script?
I slid my fingers up his arm to his shoulder and sat down on the bed beside him. I couldn't deny it from what I saw in the mirror - Asra was just as beautiful as Callisto, her body was perfectly designed and looked even sexier when she had so many bite and hickey marks all over her legs and back.
"Honey" I whispered close to her ear, "don't be so angry... isn't it better that they inform you, so you can go and sort it out? At least they have learned their own limits.
The brunette looked at me in surprise, this was certainly not what he expected from me, certainly not what we had agreed on, and I remember well from Asra's cries - that it really wasn't.
Callisto had promised that he would spend 3 nights in a row with her and that they would both go to the heavens and the 9 circles of hell together if she so desired, but Elaine appeared. The blonde ascended and took from Asra everything she desired, not only the love of Callisto that he said he could never give her, but also the throne that Asra had always thought one day would be hers.
Elaine was the one sent by heaven to destroy Callisto, but in the end, she destroyed far more than just the king, even if in a dream, I wouldn't let that happen again.
"You should go" I spoke, knowing exactly what he would answer and being amused by the surprised expression on Azrael's face. The fallen one didn't seem to believe what he was hearing, and I couldn't judge him for that, it wasn't something you could expect from Asra.
"But that's not what I promised you" Callisto replied, exactly as I expected him to do, and I smiled, it was the gap I needed.
It was what Asra should have done.
"Then take me with you" I whispered "you don't have to deprive yourself because you promised me you would stay with me, I can accompany you"
Azrael huffed, but I didn't expect everything to be that easy.
"I don't know if it's appropriate" he said, trying not to offend me, but it was obvious what he meant.
"You shouldn't parade around with your concubine"
"I can stay in the carriage" I said without waiting for Callisto to answer, and he stared at me as if trying to understand my change of attitude, then I shrugged, "I wasn't lying or exaggerating when I said I missed you..." I slid my fingers between his and held his hand, "so... I can wait for you in the carriage while I sort things out, I know I haven't been behaving as I should and that I constantly act like a spoiled child, but... I really want to prove to you that I can be useful."
Azrael opened his mouth to speak, and I cast him a fleeting glance, I knew of Asra's abilities, so I shouted in his mind.
"Suggest that I serve only to warm his bed and I will ensure that you don't wake up for weeks, slumped over"
I didn't mind threatening Azrael if it would allow me to change things, if it would allow me to save Callisto, but it was obvious that the king hadn't made up his mind yet, he looked at me as if questioning whether he should really do that.
Asra didn't have a good track record for public appearances.
I smiled "please..."
Callisto sighed.
"Okay, get dressed...I'll go wait for you in the carriage".
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♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱He was still there when I woke up, and he was still there the next night and the next.He was always there when my eyes opened, his fingers touching my skin with an almost theatrical care. It was different from history, it was almost the complete opposite, and I could remember Asra's words perfectly.He did not come to see me that night, and the next night he did not come either. After Azrael came to my room and took Callisto with him, I did not see the king for many, many days. At least until I walked through the garden and came across him and a beautiful girl one night with a crimson moon, talking in front of the blood fountain.He was smiling.That was the moment Asra knew that she had lost Callisto. That nothing could bring him back into her arms, because Elaine could give him something she could not: a love beyond physical touch. A love like that of his first wife.Pure, friendly, and that pushed him to be someone better.But Asra could never achieve something
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♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅• ♱Samael did as he said he would, but from the day we arrived at the camellia mansion - a name given by Keir, since the garden was full of camellias -, I did not even see the slightest sign of the priest’s existence, but now, when morning came by the door of our house.The huge smile on his face made me question my own sanity as he said - what was sweet? If you keep looking at me like that, I’m gonna think you don’t like my presence.I opened my mouth to confirm that assumption, but I chose not to."Just... I thought it was too early for you to be here," I lied and apparently that wasn’t one of my best lies, as he just smiled as he drank his tea."Early? We have a lot to study, especially if we want the child to experience one of my theses before dying."I swallowed it hard."Is he... very ill?"Samael laughed quietly."Does it really matter to you?"'No' I realized as I pressed the skirt of my dress between my fingers.My concern for Loren... was mini