Chapter • 120

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Asmodeus ⋅• ♱

"Shit" I mumbled "Do you want to die?"

Asra was not even paying attention to me, she stared at the back of the platinum thing that, by chance, sighed.

"You were impulsive," the thing muttered and Calisto, who looked at both of them with that annoying potato face, seemed FINALLY to understand what was happening.

"I..." Asra looked at the floor.

"You were dumb, now undo the fucking sealing."

"Sealing?" she blinked and only then realized.

"Do you think this little theater has convinced anyone? Do you think this will pass?" Calisto grumbled with his hands down his throat "what the hell happened to you, Asra?"

He seemed lost and at the same time confused.

"Boring' I thought and leaned on the throne.

"The dance will end here, Bel has already ordered everyone to disperse... so why not stop this Grrrrr clowning... I’m the king! And we go to our rooms? Tomorrow you talk" I tried to mediate, but Asra shot Calisto with her eyes.

"I don’t talk to smug idiots,"
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