♱ •⋅ 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
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Calisto ⋅• ♱Azrael had had a great week dealing with all the problems, which were found in the third territory and yet - we had no idea how we will solve much."Resources and wizards were sent," the fallen man said as he leaned his face in one hand, sitting on the couch with a haggard expression "frankly, if we work harder, we won’t even have time to breathe."I sighed."What can we do? You saw how things are around here" I said shrugging as I pulled some of the leaves that were on the table so I could analyze. Much of it was trade.With the tributes, many villages had become invalid and trade had fallen. There was no way to buy and without customers it was impossible to sell something."If someone had not SCREWED the princess of the territory, we would have to leave it to HER responsibility" Azrael growled "but no, my sweet king needs to fix more problems than he already has" he mocked "and now here we are...""For the 9 territories" I begged "stop this litany
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅• ♱"It’ll be okay" he repeated every time with that same damn smile "I really... really can’t anymore" he murmured "I still see her in my dreams, still... still..." Tears were streaming down his cheeks as he held that damn dagger in front of his chest "I can’t stand it anymore, Elaine... I just want... this to come to an end."I wanted to stop it. I wanted to stop it, every time I wanted to stop it, but still... I still couldn’t.I just stood there, smiling as he went through that damn dagger in his chest, I just stood there while the only being who seemed to be good, caring, careful and kind...Morria.For me, for... everything I made him do.I killed him myself.I destroyed it and then..."It’ll be okay" his son repeated, such a small body, his eyes also had tears about to gush, but this time he just smiled at me - as if I had done him a favor "one day... maybe I can see you again" He said as that door closed and then everything started again.Then I
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅• ♱There was something different, Asra was different. A fire in her gaze, the way she smiled as she fought. I could see beyond that woman with whom I fought futile battles, beyond the demon who seemed desperate for Callisto’s love.It was almost like she was someone else.Then I was defeated, woke up in that dark, empty place. 2 days passed and then 3... 4... 5... 6...It was different! Finally it was different, something had changed and now... I could feel.I felt the cold, I felt the hunger, I felt the fear that my body sensed when the demons approached and even if I could not smile, even if I could not say what I wanted... I felt a small piece of hope arise.Esperança.Asra.Asra was my hope, because there was something different about her. Something different... about her.More days passed, more and more - and as frightening as it was to just stay there, it wasn’t so bad.I wouldn’t hurt anyone, I wouldn’t destroy Callisto, I wouldn’t condemn Loren
♱ • 1750 B.C.. • ♱ • Callisto • ♱"And the girl?" Asra asked me and it caught me by surprise.I had been so distracted between her and Loren that I forgot about the prisoner."What’s up?" I asked leaning back over the chair and the redhead in front of me smiled."I heard she came with you."I snitched."Azrael’s idea, he found it dangerous to leave her in the palace" I said shrugging "in the end... we have not yet got rid of all the priests, let alone the pope."The pope.He was the real problem. An ordinary human - as far as everyone knew-, but with so much sacred energy imbued in his body that a single touch of his would be able to make Loren a time bomb about to explode.I’ve had nightmares about that bastard since the day Loren was put in my arms.Asra nodded."Don’t you know anything about the pope’s whereabouts? Even after all this time?" she seemed to mean something, suggest something."We tried, but even if we kept a vigil over the villages, nothing was discovered," I expl