♱ •⋅ 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
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Asmodeus ⋅• ♱"How long will you continue in this theater?" the voice questioned and all I could do was sigh.I hated trying harder and hated it even more when they tried to push me."This is none of your business" I replied by supporting my ankle at the knee and swinging my foot like a careless child "I have time, time is something I never lack, have you forgotten?"I heard him mumble."By the holy elders! What’s so fun about it? Am? You already know how it ends" the voice insisted and her insistence was beginning to irritate me "this is already what? The 8th time?"I settled."To be exact? Yes, the 8th time Callisto is killed at the hands of the one he loves," I mocked."So why don’t you help him?" he asked angrily and it made me laugh.It was obvious that my actions made him more and more possessed and that was why I had so much fun."You can only be trying to piss me off" the voice murmured as if it was trying to talk seriously to a child, but well, this was
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱"Thank you" I heard Callisto say leaning the door when Loren was asleep in his bed, the pink quartz eyes stared at me as if trying to understand at what point I had begun to change.Would he be very surprised if he found out that Asra had not changed? If I found out the whole truth, starting with all that being a novel in my world?"No need to thank me" I spoke with one hand on his shoulder "even if he has to suffer so much, Loren is a lovely child and anyone who can be near him is a very lucky being."Callisto nodded, but his lips arched briefly."But... I thought I hated children" he provoked me and closed my eyes tightly.Asra really hated children and specifically the son of Callisto who "took" all the emperor’s free time, but as far as I remembered, Asra also hated the poor, the weak and those who were not born with talents. She could be many things, but someone kind and gifted with great empathy was not one of them, so I forced a smile."I don’t think I hate
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱"What’s up?" The crimson eyes asked me as he lay in my bed "have you thought what we’ll do?"I raised one of my eyebrows."Shall we go?"Asmodeus shot me with his eyes."Yes, we will or are you trying to shut me out just when it’s about to get fun? I refuse! You even used my name on that... Thing to help people" he said and the disdain in his voice was too obvious. Too sharp.It was good that we were dealing with treason, because if that were a problem to solve the unpopularity of Asmodeus - we would be completely fucked. And certainly not in the good way."So?" He raised one of his eyebrows, hoping I would answer him - because he wanted an answer and one that would please him.I sighed.I was scared to death of Asmodeus a few days ago, but now? I couldn’t see that demon as anything but a little child who desperately needed attention.The only problem was that I didn’t have time to play house with Asmodeus and give him the attention he wanted. Not while I wasn’t su