♱ •⋅ 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,
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱"So?" I smiled and the little girl who was now clinging to a piece of bread looked suspicious at me and then to Asmodeus who did not even try to appear friendly."Humm..." the girl bit the bread like a hungry animal "I..."She swallowed it hard."I was too skinny..." she muttered as if feeling guilty "I...""Say, dear..." I said trying to encourage."I..."Asmodeus sighed."Speak at once, child," he said squatting in front of her "what was it about you being thin?"I felt like hitting him for treating a little girl like that, but at that moment - I just couldn’t.The girl bit her mouth off by cutting her own lip."They said I was too skinny and that... it didn’t serve as tribute" she muttered "so... they took my sister."My chest is heavy."Your... your sister?"She nodded and Asmodeus snitched."They weren’t wrong, you really are very thin.""I... know" she muttered as if feeling even more guilty after hearing from Asmodeus that those who took her sister - were ri
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱"I knew" he said as I entered my room and felt my body tremble.What exactly had he known? Asmodeus had told Callisto about Azrael? No, it could not be that, after all if this was the case he would not have entered so quietly in my room.He wouldn’t just be sitting there."Do you think they’ll catch the culprits?" he asked and breathed relieved, he was talking about the village.I settled."Yes, but... first we have to clear your image" I said stretching "they soiled your name as they tried to soil Lucifer’s honor."Calisto just shook his head."I heard from Azrael."Sure, I thought. When I blew his plans, he had to tell me.What would he do if Callisto only found out for me? Or worse, what would he do if I found out everything and told Callisto?He needed an excuse, he needed a way to hide and at the same time look useful.Azrael was really someone smart."So?" I asked as I loosened my hair, "What did you think? I was thinking about visiting the place again, I wan
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱At some point I just fell asleep and when I woke up hours later, he was not in my room and much less next to me. There was no sign of Callisto’s existence.I got up, did not have much to do in my bed and honestly was not so tired after sleeping for so many hours. So I arranged my hair in braids and wore the lightest dress in Asra’s wardrobe.A dark green, pulled to the emerald.It was as if I had come out of a fairy tale, had such delicate embroidery that seemed almost surreal.I didn’t know where Callisto was, but I knew that now that it was night, Loren would probably be in the library, so I headed there.But to my complete surprise, there was the sound of low laughter coming from the office."No! Dad! You promised!" Someone said between laughs and when I realized, was leaning the door practically entering the place."Asra!" The voice of Loren and Callisto mingled as they called me in unison, made me smile and then I simply pushed the doors into place "did you co