♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱"It wasn’t so bad" Asmodeus said as he leaned on my shoulder "think well, it could be worse."My eyes closed tightly.I didn’t want Elaine to have to be near Samael, but all I got was a crude "pardon" from Calisto for what happened at the dance and a "possible permission" for the saint to remain by my side.He had not really looked at my face, had not addressed the word to me, but to Asmodeus."I didn’t quite understand why I had to come" I grumbled and Asmodeus laughed."No? It was Callisto’s expression, of course."I raised one of my eyebrows."You made me come just for that?"The blond demon laughed."Unfortunately not, but... it helps him to feel guilty and miserable.""Guilty and miserable, huh?"Asmodeus nodded his head."Calisto cannot help that what you said was an incontestable truth. Do you think he agreed to "collaborate" for some other reason?"I took a deep breath.Callisto and Asmodeus' conversation was based on threats from the prince and rebuttals f
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅• ♱Amber eyes, short hair.I’d still be able to recognize that face anywhere."I hope you’ll be able to forgive me for being late," he said as he bowed in front of me.Samael.The angel Samael.No.The fallen angel - Samael. The one who fell not by choosing a side but by his own crimes in the midst of an internal war.Angels fought all over the place, but Samael... he was busy using his brothers as lab rats.It did not exist in all hell - who did not know this information -, and when I saw myself together that man, Calisto made sure to tell me.'Don’t trust Samael' he told me that night as he looked at me with the same expression as someone who really cares.Smile.In the end, it wasn’t in Samael that I couldn’t trust."Don’t worry about it" I said as I reached out to the chair "sit down, Prince Asmodeus told me he wanted to... talk."He nodded and bluntly sat at the table, his eyes fixed on me as if I were a rare creature.That look had bothered me man
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱"I think after that, we will meet more often" Samael’s voice was all I heard before he bowed with a confused expression and walked away from the tea table."Elaine?" I called her and the bright eyes stared happily at me.I didn’t know what Samael had said, but I would surely kill him if she were crying now."You came back fast," she said standing up and I smiled as she practically ran up to her and touched her face."Okay? He said something unpleasant? You don’t need to hear that thing... the emperor said..." she laughed and interrupted me."I’m fine" spoke and his hand landed on my "so please... can you relax a little? The priest told me nothing too much and also agreed to be close to us."I blinked."What is it?""He said he could stay in the palace if it was better for me, that he can use one of the rooms as a laboratory as long as no employee goes there."My mind felt like a complete mess. It made no sense at all.Had Samael agreed to this? Had he agreed to go
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Calisto ⋅• ♱My eyes could not turn away, even if I tried, I could not not not look at her.She was smiling. She was smiling as tears fell down her cheeks. He was smiling at the blonde woman in front of him who caressed his face and seemed to say that everything would be fine.'Where?' I asked myself as my body leaned against the wooden wall. As I went through the last months, the last years. Where had Asra stopped loving me? Where did she...'She said she would love me until her last breath, she said that...'It didn’t matter, right?No.My eyes remained fixed on both."Now... it doesn’t matter..." I heard myself whisper "I lost her."A low laugh made me turn my face to the side."Lost her?" Asmodeus asked me with eyes full of anger, but somehow... I just didn’t have the energy for him. To your mockery, your silly discussions."Prince Asmodeus" I spoke with one hand on my face "I don’t want to argue with you, so... could you leave me alone?""At peace? At peace
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅• ♱"I’m not Asra," she said with trembling lips "it may seem crazy, it may seem meaningless, but... it’s the truth. A few months ago, I woke up in Asra’s body, in Calisto’s arms. I thought it was some kind of dream... or whatever, something that would end soon.""Dream?" I put my eyebrows together and she laughed low."Well..." sighed "where I lived... in a distant era of this, you, Callisto, Asmodeus - all were just characters in a story.""Characters?""Yes, characters from a book."I raised one eyebrow in complete surprise and confusion."Then...""So when I opened my eyes and faced this world for the first time, I thought I was asleep. I thought that after reading this work so many times... I had had a dream extremely lived."The more Asra spoke, the more it seemed confused and at the same time - it made sense."I heard Callisto receive the information about his emergence and how it was a dream... I wanted to try to change history" she laughed and m
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱Elaine had relived it. Again and again.Even if I tried to understand, even if I tried with all my might to be understanding, I still knew I was unable to measure how painful it had really been for her."At first... I saw Callisto as a salvation" she said with tears in her eyes and all I could do was try to hug her, comfort her like an idiot who didn’t know where to start. " It was all horrible, painful and then he was there. It was comfortable, it was hot... I wanted so much to be happy, but I was afraid. That "God" had given me everything and all I could do was to be obedient and do what he told me to do, but... what if he told me to take Callisto’s life? What if what I needed was to rip the heart out of the one being who deigned to be kind to me? It was painful..." she murmured between tears running down her cheeks like water in a waterfall "it was horrible, at least the first time."My mouth opened, but like a complete idiot, I couldn’t say anything."I questio
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Loren ⋅• ♱It hurt.My whole body ached, hurt every inch, as if even my nails could be sore, yet my hand rose in the air to reach my nanny’s face, who now cried as she stood on her knees beside my bed."Young master..." she whimpered with her eyes completely filled with tears, tears she would shed for me.Smile. A forced smile that I had learned to master since everything seemed to get worse. Well, at least I expected that - so it wasn’t so scary, but for Abbadon, it seemed too painful."It’s all right, Abbadon. No need to cry... I’m really fine" I lied.After so long watching Dad and Abbadon worry, I had become a great liar. So good that I forgot when it started, if it was the first time, it was simply a 'not hurting, I swear' or if I gave the excuse that I got used to giving 'I was painting, not blood, just paint, see?'.It didn’t really matter, did it?Uncle Asmodeus had told me that lies are part of life and for now, I was still alive.Abbadon’s hand shook m
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Asmodeus ⋅• ♱"It won’t work" the blond said as he threw himself on the couch "it doesn’t matter if you’re going to try one or 5000,000 times."Asmodeus grunted."You should be HELPFUL, not walking around."The blond man laughed."Oh, heavens! Are you disappointed, Prince Asmodeus?""Yes" the demon said without at least disguising "I’m extremely disappointed" his toes with pointed nails slipped through the dark wood of the desk "do you know by chance the work I had to pick up his remains? I had to go... UPSTAIRS" growled "I had to deal with... angels..." he seemed about to vomit as he spoke the word and the blond man looked at the ceiling as he decided whether or not to be offended."It’s a shame for you that I can’t use all my skills, isn’t it?""A feather?" Asmodeus threw himself back, letting his body just fall with gravity "not a pity, my dear. It’s a disaster, I wanted to be with my daughter... I..."He sighed and the blond nodded.He understood, understood