♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱5 days were needed for the whole kingdom to know: Asra was no longer the emperor’s concubine and what happened at the ball was just a way to make this clear to everyone.With this in mind, it was not difficult for them to accept after seeing the duchess’s carriage leaving the emerald palace."I’m glad you accepted my proposal," Samael said with his legs crossed as he stared at both of us.I sighed."It was you or the street and as much as I like the ghetto... I don’t intend to take Elaine there" I muttered with my arms crossed over her chest."Oh, heavens, how fierce" he mocked and his eyes sparkled in the darkness - how can you handle her, saint?Elaine smiled at me."Honey, why don’t you try to be friendlier?""Are you really asking this of me?" The fallen seemed to have fun with that conversation and situation "it was the duchess who despised me even after I offered to find a home for you; you know... I gave a gift, a beautiful gift and she still treats me like
♱ I M P O R T A N T • N O T I C E ♱This chapter contains scenes that can trigger psychological abuse, torture, rape and other sensitive issues. If you’ve been in abusive relationships or have been stalked by someone, we don’t recommend reading this chapter.♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Miguel ⋅• ♱"What did I tell you to do, Azrael?" I asked as I pierced an eyeball with the tip of my nail "hmm?"The fallen one sighed."He ordered me to have the duchess killed," he replied in a low voice, as it should be.I smiled and my eyes looked for Azrael’s face among the darkness of my room."And what have you done, Azrael?"His lips frown and I could see his shoulders curl."I... started planning a way to...""No" I interrupted "you did NOTHING" my hand hit everything on the table, on the globe that bursts on impact "I told you to KILL the fucking duchess and you, dear..." I sighed as I stood up "you did NOTHING Azrael, you kept smiling and walking around next to that thing that calls itself the king
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅• ♱Those fabrics that were soft as silk were spread across the huge bed, a huge bed that was only being occupied by me...by me and no one else."Excuse me..." Cali walked in slowly, I would even dare to say cautious because of her steps "need something, miss? Food? Water? More covered?" It was practically glued to the door, a door that was carmine throughout its length, but contained gilded carvings on the edges, carvings that resembled light waves."It won’t be necessary" I sighed "maybe...I just need company right now" I couldn’t help but admit, which made the purple-eyed approach."So, I hope my company is to your liking" he smiled, thus sitting in an armchair that was nearby "what do you want to talk about? Do you have a subject that is of interest to you?" tried to adjust your posture slightly, even if it was completely clumsy."Well..." I found myself thinking, I found myself thinking about starting to wonder if I really wanted to get into that me
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱3 weeks.This was the time it took me to organize all the papers on the mansion, choose new officials and also report the problems of the territory of Callisto to the commander of the guard. I knew that Azrael would not care and also knew that those roles would never reach Callisto; this left me partially pissed, after all during the time I spent as a concubine, especially in the time I was with Elaine, I dedicated nights to improving the economic situation of the kingdom - which affected humans who depended on resources to survive more than any other being.In the end, that wasn’t something that mattered to them.First, because Callisto would probably refuse to accept something of mine, even if it was something professional - just as he had avoided me during the time I was with Elaine waiting to leave the palace.Second: because Azrael had not taken care of those matters before, then why would this change after only a few actions of mine?And third: because that w
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅• ♱Samael did as he said he would, but from the day we arrived at the camellia mansion - a name given by Keir, since the garden was full of camellias -, I did not even see the slightest sign of the priest’s existence, but now, when morning came by the door of our house.The huge smile on his face made me question my own sanity as he said - what was sweet? If you keep looking at me like that, I’m gonna think you don’t like my presence.I opened my mouth to confirm that assumption, but I chose not to."Just... I thought it was too early for you to be here," I lied and apparently that wasn’t one of my best lies, as he just smiled as he drank his tea."Early? We have a lot to study, especially if we want the child to experience one of my theses before dying."I swallowed it hard."Is he... very ill?"Samael laughed quietly."Does it really matter to you?"'No' I realized as I pressed the skirt of my dress between my fingers.My concern for Loren... was mini
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Samael ⋅• ♱I blinked."What was it?" she asked me as she sat in the armchair and the red-eyed duchess stared at me with an raised eyebrow."I did not expect... the two" I spoke sincerely, after all the agreement I had made with Elaine was already a clear way to make the duchess calmer with all that; even so, the sharp gaze of Asra shot me as if my mere mention of her being there was an offense. Maybe it was the result of years on the battlefield, but I knew when I wasn’t able to win a war, so I sighed winning "but since you’re here..." I muttered indicating with one hand to the armchairs - sit down."Where will you start?" Asra questioned, the red hair falling with perfectly braided waves on her back, the sharp eyes staring at me and looking for any sign of flickering in my attitudes or decisions."I’ve been thinking about tears..." I said remembering Quinn, the way he had acted.Since that day, the bastard did not even give me a mere sign of life and Callisto’
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Loren ⋅• ♱My eyes weighed, my belly looked strange and at times it was like floating in my own body.I could feel my father’s affection as he tried to talk and distract me, but now even opening his mouth was a complicated task."It’s going to be okay" he repeated and at that point I already knew he was saying it more to himself than to me."I know" I wanted to answer while smiling, but my mouth did not move, in fact, opening my eyes was already a gigantic effort, so I was content to grunt and hold her hand.It wasn’t a squeeze, I couldn’t even call it anything but touch. A soft, almost nonexistent touch that my father should be questioning if it was real.He was sad, wasn’t he? Abbadon should also be, but after I started sleeping more than 17 hours a day, she was no longer there, just Dad.A version of Dad who stared at me with a red face from crying."Do you want to hear a story?" He asked me with a broken voice and I forced myself to smile, forced my face to
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Asmodeus ⋅• ♱"Asmodeus is a great...""This time it’s going to work," I said ignoring the voice of that damn demon in my earring as I focused on that crystal, that crystal I was able to form from Quinn’s blood."You’ve been repeating this since...""Shut up" growled tearing the earring from my ear and throwing it at the wall.I wasn’t in the mood to be careful about whether or not I could hurt him or even break his prison.I was just tired.I wanted to see her."It needs to work" I muttered as I imbued more and more magic in that little crystal "work, work..." I kept repeating, as if somehow that was a stupid mantra - strong enough to make everything work; but nothing could be easy when it was for me, right?Nothing worked as it should.I bit my mouth hard, the fangs thrust into my lip until a sliver of blood came down my chin.I couldn’t see her, I couldn’t be with her or protect her. I couldn’t go to her even though time was passing and yet, the least I was a