♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Azrael ⋅• ♱The child began to be able to move gradually, in a way that was still a little time consuming and different from his usual, from the child who ran around and insisted so much to have his little body in that garden.His speech had returned too, his voice was less guttural, more understandable and a smile that was not painful could be seen, one that was not put on that face just because of the melancholy of Callisto."Look! You can move your arms better now" the quartz eyes were flickering as you said that as something equivalent to Loren’s first steps, as if that was some kind of novelty that should be celebrated with various gifts and a party "how is your breathing? Something still burns?" tried to caress that small face as if it was something that would break by any slip on his part.Loren was now like a valuable piece of porcelain, one that could not risk being damaged after being restored."I’m fine, Dad..." the child’s voice was still low when to
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Azrael ⋅• ♱I watched her without realizing it, watched until the sun was setting and the barrier surrounding Samael’s plan was thinner, until the rune fragment she sent me was strong enough to enter."Don’t be an idiot," I remembered as my wings throbbed, "there’s no room for kindness, not after all you’ve done, don’t be such a hypocrite".I swallowed hard and a smile easily appeared on my lips when I crossed. It was like a fog touching my skin, a comfortable cold, a feeling I had missed even without realizing it.What the hell was I thinking? What was going on with me?I closed my eyes tightly, but my wings just beat, just took me there, to that breathless breath and that smile that could be felt in her voice when she called me."Azrael!" His arms wrapped around my neck and... had they always been so warm?"I thought you couldn’t come..." whispered her face down to my neck, I could feel her lips arched into a smile "okay? Did you get hurt getting past the barri
— For all the readers who have ever wanted to meet their favorite character.♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱There was a lot to talk about when it came to history, but nothing had ever left me as stunned as that. The strong, warm arms of the man I had always dreamed of were around me, and he was looking at me smiling with the violet eyes I so admired.He looked real."What is it?" he asked me in a husky, gentle voice."Nothing," I said, wondering if this was all a dream or not, but he just continued to stand there, his eyes now closed as he hugged me.This was certainly one of the best dreams I had ever had."Sir" a male voice called out to him and I saw Callisto raise his face in displeasure."What the hell do you want?" he grumbled."We have learned of something that may interest you, sir" the man said, and I felt my back freeze."I'm busy" he said, sinking his face into my back, I could feel his breath on my bare skin and it made my face hot."Sir" the man insisted and by now I knew what would
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱I needed time, I needed certainty, and as much as it was just an extremely vivid dream, I needed to make sure that I didn't alter things too much or that everything would get out of hand.I blinked a few times in front of the mirror, it was still amazing how attractive Asra was; I had envied her when I first read the book, but now, seeing her delicate face, her naturally pink lips, and the way she looked like she had been carefully drawn... it all made me envy her even more.Asra could have had any man, demon, or angel, she just needed to want it and still, she preferred death to losing something she never had. Callisto's love.I sighed and the maids, who rushed into the room, dressed me without delay.It was obvious that I was scared, after all, Asra was never known for her kindness and charity, much less for her patience and gentleness."P- sorry ma'am" one of them stammered as she tried to tidy the hem of my dress after stepping in without me noticing.I sighed
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱She was floating above the cathedral, her eyes golden, her body completely covered by the white blanket. It was like seeing Mary herself - the virgin chosen by heaven to bring forth the life of the one who would save all mankind.Elaine was equivalent to Mary, but her beauty was certainly superior.I was not surprised that Callistus fell in love with her, or that he accepted death because he loved this woman. Elaine was like a divinity in a fragile, delicate and mortal body; she was a strong and determined heroine who was willing to do anything to achieve what her God had commanded.I couldn't deny that I admired Elaine. Not only for winning over Callisto - my big literary crush - but also for giving herself to a cause like she did (even if I secretly considered it dumb when the cause was something like religion and ancient, archaic beliefs like hers)."By the 9 hells" Callisto grumbled, and I could see his pink eyes glisten with the anger he felt at that moment.H
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ She was strong, too strong, and I could feel my breathing becoming more and more labored as she lunged towards me again. I would have an opening, Elaine always left an opening when she took an offensive stance - that was the point that Callisto used several times to knock her to the ground, earning us readers a few sighs when they almost kissed. I would use this opening. Was Callisto watching? Was he still paying attention to me? My thoughts were silly, I confess, but I can't say I'm ashamed, because even if it was a dream, it would be nice to be the only source of his interest. The only one he would look at, even if only in a fight. Even if out of self-interest. But if that's what I wanted, I couldn't give in, I couldn't fall, much less let Elaine knock me down or hit me. "Come to me" I muttered almost inaudibly, and I could feel my body heavy and my skin burn as the magic runes appeared, cutting into my flesh. It was the mark of Asra's family, but this dr
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱"You... were you worried?" I couldn't help asking, and Callisto looked at me as if that was the stupidest thing Asra had ever asked him in his entire life.Of course, I should know.Callisto couldn't care less about his concubine, but then... what the hell did it all mean?"You..." he paused, his lips ajar.I smiled."I'm sorry, darling," I said, sitting down on the bed.I should leave."What exactly are you apologizing for?" Her voice was serious again.I didn't know how to answer, this was certainly one of the few answers I didn't have to give him, so I looked to the window for anything I could use. He snorted."Are you apologizing for almost killing yourself? For being impulsive? For..." he stopped and even without looking I could hear his footsteps approaching the bed, "what the hell do you have on your head?""Brain matter and horns" I replied with a smile, turning my face to look at him, but Callisto didn't smile back."I could..." he stopped again."I'm fine
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱He was still there when I woke up, and he was still there the next night and the next.He was always there when my eyes opened, his fingers touching my skin with an almost theatrical care. It was different from history, it was almost the complete opposite, and I could remember Asra's words perfectly.He did not come to see me that night, and the next night he did not come either. After Azrael came to my room and took Callisto with him, I did not see the king for many, many days. At least until I walked through the garden and came across him and a beautiful girl one night with a crimson moon, talking in front of the blood fountain.He was smiling.That was the moment Asra knew that she had lost Callisto. That nothing could bring him back into her arms, because Elaine could give him something she could not: a love beyond physical touch. A love like that of his first wife.Pure, friendly, and that pushed him to be someone better.But Asra could never achieve something