♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Azrael ⋅• ♱I stared at that door for a long time while waiting and soon the purple eyes I waited for - finally -, appeared.She was smiling at me."Sorry for the delay..." Cali said and it was visible on her blushing face that she had made every effort to arrive on time.Good.She had failed miserably, she was seven minutes late.Smile.A forced and distinct smile. I couldn’t say she was late, it wasn’t something that would be well-regarded or expected from the role I was playing."Don’t worry" lied "I just got here."I lied to you again.I was there 20 minutes ago."Really? Oh! That’s good!" She said leaning back the door "I thought I left you here to wait, usually I leave early is that with the dance..." her fingers touched their own lips when she realized she would not stop talking "sorry... I said too much, right? It’s obvious you know how messed up everything is because of the dance..."I let out a puffed laugh and held her hand, taking it from her lips an
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅• ♱I took a deep breath.Calisto was back. He was back and the dance would start in a few hours."Don’t move," the seamstress who made the last adjustments to my outfit muttered "it’s perfect..."Yeah. I knew, but I didn’t care.I was too anxious to think about that stupid dress, or even the color I would wear in a few hours, the trim or blah blah blah blah.I was about to go to the dance, see Callisto and... I’d see him with Asra.Just the idea of that image of the past that I relived so many times - made my heart freeze.Asra clinging to Calisto’s arm, smiling at him... dancing with him.My chest was sore.Maybe... I shouldn’t go."Duchess!" one of the maids called her and when I turned, she was there. The only problem was the way I moved abruptly, which made the poor seamstress stick me with one of her pins."Alas!" I cried and Asra’s eyes fixed on me."Are you okay?" he asked me approaching.Smile.Was she worried about me? Why did something like th
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Loren ⋅• ♱"What do you think of that?" Abbadon asked me for the fifth time and I denied it."It doesn’t seem enough...""Hummm..." she pulled another mask, now had details made with gold wires and rubies. Two serpents joined at the end, intertwining."That?"Smile, a big, wide smile."This is going to be the one, but..." I touched my hair with my fingertips "do you think Dad would allow me to use magic to change my hair color?"Abbadon stared at me with a raised eyebrow."But your hair is beautiful, young master... why would you change your color?"I sighed.I also liked the color of my hair and it had not changed, but... that night, I wanted them different."I want to be faithful to the tales" I muttered sitting in bed with my face slightly sullen "the tales speak of a knight with ruby eyes and golden hair, I can change my eyes with lenses, but the hair... he would look so good with magic.""Wouldn’t a wig be a better option?"I bit my lip hard."Eh... I think
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Asmodeus ⋅• ♱"Let’s go" I said finishing casting the last spell on the fox mask."Thank you" the blond man in front of me said and I rolled my eyes as I threw that mask on his chest."Yeah, yeah..." I muttered and the blond laughed."You look pissed off."Cynical."We’ll be late if you make me waste even more time."The being of medium hair and eyes of Angelus smiled, a smile of pure mischief. I was being too cheeky, but I would forgive.I would forgive because that damn face that was now covered by the white fox mask - was absurdly beautiful.I sighed and with a snap of my fingers, I made shadows envelop us both. We would be in the castle before the bastard Calisto dared to step on that ball - after all, as much as he liked to get in trouble with him, he was still polite enough not to break some rules.The shadows swallowed us and as the rabbit mask covered my face, I saw the walls of my palace disappear and the golden doors of Asra’s palace appear."Wow" the
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱The ball had begun and as host, I had been the first among those with a great title - to enter."The duchess first duchess of the first territory, Asra Rubet Ignis, the first of her name, lady of the flames, the phoenix of Bernieri’s empire" announced to me and when I entered, those sharp eyes behind all the masks fixed on me.I raised my head - just as Asra would and brought the fan she held close to her chest. That was supposed to be Elaine’s ball - it was supposed to be the perfect time for her to shine and I wouldn’t allow anything to go wrong."Lady..." a mere countess addressed me, her sharp eyes were fixed in the place more to the corner of the hall, the one with couches and armchairs near the throne "I know I may be being rude as soon as I greet your grace, but... the duchess doesn’t think about leaving all the princes together, does she?"My lips arched into a half-moon as I waited. I waited to see how far that creature’s boldness would go."I believe your
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅• ♱My hands were freezing.Cold as they’ve never been before, not even in my first life."Are you ready, miss?" one of Asra’s maids asked me and I trembled. Was I?Cali had asked me to take time off that day and as much as her presence made me feel a thousand times calmer, I found it selfish of me to just stop her from having her time alone to help me get ready for a dance.Cali also deserved his personal time.Grunhi."I don’t know..." I muttered adjusting the skirt of my dress again and again. There was nothing to be tidied up and yet I insisted on passing my gloved hands - it was almost a way to calm down.One that wasn’t working.What if Calisto and Asra were already together? What if she left me there alone?What if Asra simply preferred not to take me to the ball anymore or if the nobles made her give up? What if... what if... what if Calisto looked at me like he did in other lives?That particular idea disgusted me as much as the idea that he cou
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Calisto ⋅• ♱My eyes were fixed on Loren."What did you think, Dad?" he asked me as he spun on his heels. A complete and perfect spin.He was so excited about that fantasy that I didn’t even have the courage to say what I thought: it’s identical to the degenerate Asmodeus.In the end, maybe Loren didn’t mind my comparison - after all he liked the one he gently called uncle, even though I liked to make it clear that Asmodeus was NOT TO BE TRUSTED."It’s... beautiful..." I said trying to be sincere, but in a way - failing.Abbadon, who was standing next to him, held his laughter while certainly thinking the same as I did: that was divine punishment, plus one for the bill."What’s your fantasy, Dad?" Loren questioned me as she held a daffodil between her fingers.It was a shiny, golden daffodil, so beautiful I wondered if it was real."Hummm... don’t you know?" I asked, trying to provoke him.He bit his own mouth and mumbled softly."Hummmm... Hummm, uh... Humm..."
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Samael ⋅• ♱I observed, just watched as each one entered, first Asra, then each of the 9 princes and finally..., Callisto, Callisto accompanied by Kezabel and a child, a beautiful blonde child who smiles so openly and genuinely that I couldn’t help but feel my heart skip a beat."Something interesting?" Anneliese asked me ironically and I turned to face her."The child" I said without looking at them again, I did not know if I could without wanting to approach him, without wanting to go to him and talk about how in the end he was so like her."Which one?""The blonde child.""Oh, what have you got? You want to take her as an experiment, sir?" There was sarcasm and disgust in her voice, but I snorted."No. He is the prince, Anneliese" those words left with bitterness for my mouth and the fall faced the little one who ran up to the phoenix and threw himself in it with joy."The son of...""Yes" I said as I analyzed him from afar, trying not to focus on his face, h