♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱I didn't expect it to be so easy to be with Asmodeus, but when he sat down in front of me and tea was served, it all seemed too ordinary.Not something creepy like being in casual conversation with one of the scariest and most powerful demons in all of Hell and the novel universe I've read, but like being with a friend from a long, long time.Was that part of the result of being in Asra's body? A part of her responding to the presence of her best friend?Well...whatever it was, it was helpful, since in the end I didn't feel pressured as he slumped in his chair like a careless teenager."This prince life is so tiring" he grumbled as he stuffed his own mouth with buttery cookies.Those cookies that the maid always left on the dresser and that somehow the body seemed to hate (even though I considered them partially tasty).Unlike me, Asmodeus devoured them like a gluttonous child."Tiring?" I Asked with a raised eyebrow. It was very brazen of him to say something like
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Calisto ⋅• ♱"What did you say?" I couldn't believe it. Azrael was surely wrong again."Sir, I don't believe you got it wrong."I needed to"Repeat it" I growled."I..."He didn't have the heart to speak, not after what occurred when he took the damned blessed being into my palace.It was an affront, a real attempt on Loren's life."I understand what you wanted to tell me that day" he hastened to speak "but this time it was Asmodeus' fault."Asmodeus.The prince of lust.He never meddled except when Asra got involved in something complicated and he stepped in or even took the blame. It was obvious that Asmodeus had no appreciation for me and he didn't try to hide that in any way."What did he do this time?"It was impossible that Asmodeus would be involved in anything dangerous or even problematic, but the truth was that I was unaware of the nature of Asra and Asmodeus' involvement. And that fact really bothered me."He took the duchess with him to the third ter
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱The third territory was synonymous with different. Although the sky was still the same and the people still walked the streets with the black sun making the day darker - everything was different.There weren't as many smiles on their faces and even for a world that had been ravaged by demons, that place was too dark."What happened here?" I muttered "I heard that..."Asmodeus held my shoulder."That it was beautiful here?"I nodded.Even when Elaine went to the third territory, it was different. The place was alive with all Lucifer's affection.The third territory was the refuge of many mortals who still cherished what was once an ordinary life. It was a beautiful place.Undeniably beautiful."How?" I questioned and the blond demon next to me shrugged."Maybe it's because Lucifer doesn't wake up yet" he said and his words took me by surprise."How? Lucifer hasn't... woken up?" my lips didn't even seem to want to move. Asmodeus was lying, right? He had to be lying.
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱A part of Asmodeus seemed unable to believe what he had just heard, but another part seemed happy to see me finally changing my way of thinking.It was as if he was trying to decide if he wanted me as someone who needed protection, who sometimes seemed happy, and someone who clearly didn't know what love meant, but finally had individuality."Asmodeus" I called out to him snapping him out of his trance "I'll be fine, even if I'm not with him."Those words didn't seem real, not least because a part of me - whether it was the reading part or a fragment of what Asra felt for Callisto -, still wanted to be by the king's side."You..." he stopped "if you say so."He muttered as if he was trying to convince himself, as if he believed my words, even though they seemed surreal, and I knew they did.Callisto had been my addiction, my obsession. Whether it was as who I was before or as Asra.I could still remember all the times I had protected him in fan forums, in social me
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Calisto ⋅• ♱Loren moved around inside the carriage, looking much more excited than usual."We really are out here!" he said with a huge smile and I couldn't help but laugh.My sweet son was really surprised. It wasn't really something to be surprised about, after all... Loren had never left that place. He had never set foot outside the walls that protected the capital.He was not even allowed to go out in the small village."Yes...we are" I spoke again extending one of my hands to support him. To make sure he didn't fall off the bench straight to the ground "but try to sit up, son...you might end up hurt."Like a good child, he just ignored me and continued to kneel on the bench with both hands on the carriage glass.I knew it was crazy and a part of me seriously wondered what sanity I had left.Had I really done all that to make sure Asra was okay? Or was the truth that I was jealous?I huffed.It couldn't be that. It was Asmodeus, even if he was the prince of
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱Somehow, Asmodeus and I managed to get to the palace in the third territory before Callisto. My eyes were still fixed on the blond man's wings that looked more like dragon wings."What is it?" he asked me with a raised eyebrow."Nothing" I spoke sketching a small smile "I'm just thinking that your wings are pretty."He smiled, a debauched smile."I know they are. I am an albino dragon after all."He was right, that ironically made a lot of difference.Dragons were rare, but albino dragons were like one in a million. A divine answer, like a blessing given by ancient beings, and Asmodeus was the last albino dragon known to exist at the present time."Right, right..." I grumbled "but we still need to get down."I had barely finished speaking and someone knocked on the door. Once and then twice."Miss?" A familiar voice called out to me and I grunted as Asmodeus snapped his fingers and undid the spell that existed over us."Yes?" I replied pulling on one of my sweaters
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱Callisto was difficult to deal with, but he wasn't like Asra or Elaine used to describe him, he was just like a child who wasn't sure what he wanted or didn't want.He was probably a lot more childish than Loren and if that was true it wouldn't surprise me one bit."What should I do, then?" I questioned with a raised eyebrow "stay in my room and do nothing?"He opened his mouth, but then closed it.He knew I was right.If it were up to him, that would be all I could do."Not that... I..." he sighed and leaned back against the wall, "I just don't want you to get hurt.That pissed me off."I'm not made of porcelain, Callisto" I growled and without noticing my eyes became bright, expanding my powers. For a moment it looked as if he was surprised."Sorry" I heard him murmur softly "if you really want to do something to help Lucifer..."I denied with my head."I don't want to help, I want to give back. I vaguely remember waking up while you were injured" I had to admit
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Calisto ⋅• ♱Asra’s words caught me by surprise. It was like a stab in my chest and a straight dart in my pride.It was my fault, I knew it. It was my fault that Asra had to go through everything, that she had to listen to things like that when in the end she was attending to one of my many whims.I still remembered when Asra asked me if that was really what I wanted. Asra was always much more than a simple concubine, she always would be.I sighed."Majesty?" one of the guards hurried to call me."Say it" I muttered with one hand on my face."Ahm..." he stopped "the commander said he had found clues to the crimes the duchess came to try to solve. He told me to... not give it to her, but..."I took a deep breath."Speak.""Prince Asmodeus said he would gouge out my eyes and force me to eat if I did not tell the lady about what I had found."I snitched.Who did he think he was to threaten my men? But... I really had the right to be angry? Asmodeus was doing more f