The Great Black King

Chapter • 30

♱ •⋅ 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