♱ •⋅ 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
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱When I realized I was walking towards the lounge to have dinner with Calisto, even if that conversation had not been exactly what I wanted, it had still been good and there was no reason to lock myself in my room and eat alone.It would be childish and in a way, it would also be stupid."Are you sure about that?" I heard Asmodeus say as I passed in front of his room in the hallway leading me to dinner, so he smiles."Of what?" I couldn’t help but question and the demon raised one of his eyebrows as if trying to understand if I was dumb or naive."Are you sure you want to be around him? You can always find a good excuse and you know... stay away?"It was a valid option, I realized, but I didn’t really want that, so I just briefly denied it while turning my back on it."I want to be treated like an adult woman, Asmodeus," I said simply as I stared him over the shoulder "I won’t get that if I lock myself in my room because I don’t like what I’m told or what they think
♱ •⋅ 3690 I.C ⋅• ♱There was once an ancient king who fell in love with a being completely opposite to him and as the romance between them developed, a curious phoenix watched them."What a fool" she once said as she snuggled into her nest "isn’t it obvious they won’t be able to be together? Look at them... they’re too different, they’re natural enemies."The mermaid, who has always been by the side of the phoenix since the day she was born, smiled. A weak, friendly smile."If you think they’re so silly, why do you keep watching? Isn’t this the 16th time you’ve been here? Looking at them? What? Fell in love with her? Or maybe for him?" The mermaid provoked "no... did... fall in love with both?"The phoenix has snitched."What the hell are you talking about? I’m a phoenix! I don’t fall in love unless I want to! And everyone knows that love is something questionable and made only for mortals to think that there is something beyond the basic motif of reproduction"the proud phoenix grumbl
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱That night, a strange dream came to me and for the first time in my entire existence I felt free. I could feel the icy air between my feathers and the world seemed small, insignificant near the heavens, close to the feeling of flying.Even when my eyes opened, I could still feel that feeling, that freedom.'It seems... well...' I found myself thinking as I threw myself out of bed.Maybe it was Callisto’s words at the time or maybe it was Loren’s fault for asking me, but something seemed hurt inside me. It was only then that I realized - Asra was still there.He was still with me and his feelings were too obvious. Like a child’s."Is there anything you want to tell me?" I asked as I threw myself in front of the mirror, but all I got was a small flicker in the crimson glow of my eyes.Out of her eyes."Asra?" Asmodeus' voice made me turn quickly towards the door."Hi" I spoke with a huge smile."Are you ready?" he asked me extending one of his hands."I need to finis
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱A few hours were needed until finally Asmodeus had stopped his tantrum. He had really felt the idea of being let go, but what would everyone say if they knew that the much-feared prince of lust was just a whining baby who hates feeling left out or abandoned.It was comical.The more time I spent in the world of that novel, the more comical I felt each of the characters were.Of course, there were exceptions - like Azrael, who now looked at me with such hatred that I even wondered if Asra had not stabbed him or done something worse before I could reincarnate.Had she killed his mother? Had she caused his downfall? It still didn’t make sense. Azrael’s hatred seemed too much, it seemed destined for me. Not Asra, not the phoenix who lived "peacefully" as the king’s concubine, but me. The version of Asra who decided to live.Who decided to act differently."What are you thinking?" Asmodeus asked me bringing me back to reality."Humm..." I grumbled "I was trying to remem
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱Unfortunately things seemed to make more and more sense, as if one little piece could finally fit the other and all I had left was a damn puzzle practically complete.In the end I had not left so much time to think, after all if Azrael really was a traitor, he would act again. If he were really serving his God - he would try to bring Elaine to the third territory.A part of me refused to believe it, to believe that Azrael had not only deceived Callisto and Elaine - but also me and all the readers who considered him someone incredible. But in the end it wasn’t a reality? Fictional characters tend to be exactly what we want as we read and throw our expectations at them.Maybe... the fact that I liked Azrael so much blinded me initially to the truth that was so clear in front of my eyes.In the end, Azrael had no reason to hate Asra and yet he hated her even within the novel, even before the concubine began stalking Elaine.Even before Asra committed her greatest sins
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱"How can he?" I asked myself more than Asmodeus, but the demon still shrugged."Who knows? Maybe he didn’t like the way things work down here. In the end you have to remember... angels are still angels, even when they fall" he muttered and there was so much contempt in his voice that I wondered if Asmodeus had any past with angels. A past he couldn’t hide or forget."What do you mean?" I questioned even though I knew I shouldn’t, even when my words could bring bad memories to him, but the demon just denied it with his head."Nothing much, just that angels remain angels" he replied and even if his lips showed a half smile, he still could not hide his disgust "angels are treacherous, laden with jealousy, envy and a cruel and heartless loyalty. The truth..." he stopped and his eyes turned to the window of the chariot "the truth is that angels and demons have too different concepts of reality."I settled.When it came to this world, that was really true.It was almost
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱It took a few hours to convince Asmodeus, but when I gave up talking to him and worried about doing what I had to do, he soon approached and stood more in the corner, watching.It was like a little child watching an adult work.A child of thousands of years and superhuman powers.I sighed and gently crouched in front of a child. She had her face completely dirty and so many bruises by her little body that I wondered if they were caused by mistreatment or simply by trying to stay alive.The child looked at me and it was obvious to me the doubt in his face. It was like a frightened kitten who was not sure whether or not he could accept the food."It’s OK" I said "we were..." I stopped.I was going to say that I was sent by the king, but for those people, who were attacked in the name of Callisto, it would be like raising a red flag when saying his name, so I lied."See that young man" I said extending his hand towards Asmodeus who was standing about 2 meters from me,