♱ •⋅ 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
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Loren ⋅• ♱I delivered a daffodil to Asra and also handed one to Uncle Asmodeus; Asra’s eyes shone brightly as she hugged and kissed me - saying that it was impossible to have a prince cuter and lovelier than me.A part of me agreed with this, but it was to see the smile of Uncle Asmodeus that made me feel a little warm in the heart."You really made them bloom... made all these bloom" he said in a mixture of surprise and pride "how did it feel when he saw them so beautiful?""Happy" I said sitting next to him as Asra went out to fetch someone "they are the symbols of my egoism."Uncle Asmodeus' fingers messed up my hair which was blonde, as blond as his at that time."Who let you be so cute, am? Am? I should squeeze you until you scream for help! 'He said with his teeth clenched and I laughed, laughed because I knew he wouldn’t do it - but that he was really in the mood."I know it’s your way of saying you love me, but be kinder, uncle..." I said leaning my hea
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Asmodeus ⋅• ♱The child of Callisto seemed determined to torture me, since after the first dance was over he told me to dance with Lucifer again and again and again and again!Whenever the music closed and we both went back to our places, he repeated with a huge smile."AGAIN! AGAIN!" And when at last that was the 7th time, I dropped Lucifer in the middle of the hall and sneaked away from there.I couldn’t say no to that cute little face who was dressed as Narcissus, but I certainly wouldn’t dance with the princess of the third territory again either.When I was at last out of that hall, I sighed with relief. I could wait another hour or two - that should be enough for him to be tired and go back to his room, or at least forget this crazy idea of becoming Lucifer’s friend or forcing me to dance."Running away? Really? And even more of a child and a woman?" Belial teased me and I slid my hands through my hair, fixing them behind the rabbit mask I still wore."Why
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱Asmodeus danced so many times with Lucifer that for a moment I wondered if he had begun to take an interest in the inexpressive-faced, cold-voiced princess, but as soon as he fled the corners, I realized the truth: Loren was a little manipulator who was certainly involved in that situation.Smiles with Elaine hugging my arm.Thanks to my presence, none of the unpleasant nobles had dared to approach the "saint" and Elaine had danced, tasted the sweets she wanted and even talked to some nobles who seemed genuinely kind.She laid her head on my shoulder when I called her to rest beside the princes."Are you sure? What if they hate me?"I slipped my hand over yours."They are not going."'They’re just needy children' I wanted to add, but I couldn’t while she seemed so sweet and determined. I didn’t want him to feel that his efforts weren’t so great because they were easy to keep around."If you say..." she smiled at me and that smile shown beneath the star mask made my
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Loren ⋅• ♱Uncle Asmodeus had disappeared among all those people with colorful clothes and masks. I wanted to look for him, but when I tried, Abbadon held my hand and said it wasn’t safe. I wanted to be selfish and tell her that I would go anyway, but... I had been selfish many times in those last few days and was afraid that something bad would happen, if that were the case, Dad would be sad... and I didn’t want him sad.I sighed and while Asra still danced with the girl who looked like a star, I moved further to the corner, in a quieter and darker place where my eyes could close briefly."Do you feel lonely?" A gentle voice asked me and when I lifted my face to see who it was, I came across the blond man who had stood next to Uncle Asmodeus all night."Hummm... I don’t know" I said laying my head to the side while listening to the music from the hall "I wouldn’t say I’m lonely, would you? Uncle’s gone and left you behind..."The blond man smiled."Let’s just s
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Samael ⋅• ♱Calisto had given in too easily, it was so easy that I wondered if something could be wrong.I realized he’s not smart enough for that.I sighed.Now I would just have to approach the saint and take her to my tower, was far enough from the empire that I could study decently without the intrusion or annoying energy of those angels."Why did you leave before the king?" Anneliese questioned me with a glare and I stared at her with an raised eyebrow."Because I have legs," I replied snapping my tongue at the roof of my mouth.Anneliese took rules very seriously, but especially on those days when we stayed at Callisto’s palace - her habit of reprimanding me for disrespecting the king, seemed to get worse.I took a deep breath.I did not pretend to be a serious person or asshole, apart from the simple fact that I needed the king’s permission to collect new species... I really was above all else, above the empire and living my way. The truth was, I couldn’t
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Asmodeus ⋅• ♱I had achieved something very fun that night, fun enough to make me think that everything was worth it."What’s your theory?" Belial questioned me and I could see him leaning against the walls of his prison - home -, as he thought."He wants something from that child.""Child? She seemed like an adult who knew what she was doing.""It can’t be 500 years old" I said gesturing with one hand as if I was pulling away a smoke in front of me "a child."He snitched."Of course, of course... I pity YOUR child."I raised one of my eyebrows."What do you mean by that?" I asked and I could hear that audacious demon, laughing low as he tried to break."Nothing, my lord" he lied shamelessly and for a moment I was about to question him, but something even better came up in front of me."What did you say?" Asra’s voice was like a deadly dagger that could be heard even by those who were far away, near the doors of the hall."Ah... I just wanted to greet Santa, sin