♱ •⋅ 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
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱That plan wasn’t bad, but it still depended on too much.It depended on how much Callisto was willing to hide from Azrael, how things would go when they were with the saint and whether he had any strength in that world that would force the story back on track if Asra changed it too much."I know" Asmodeus said jumping on the bed "you’re thinking too much! That’s why your pretty little face is in this deplorable state."I sighed."Really? Is that your focus?"He nodded."Your beauty is always my focus, dear."It was unbelievable, but the worst part was that I knew he wasn’t lying. That was really Asmodeus' focus."I’m really thinking too much" I muttered "but that’s because I intend to keep us alive in the midst of all this" I muttered "unlike a certain someone."Asmodeus laughed."Look... dying wouldn’t be such a bad idea, have you seen how much work I’ve been getting? It’s almost an injury. It’s too much work..." he whined "whenever that little turd of Calisto see
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱Asmodeus was right to some extent and I had to admit it. It would be easier to catch Azrael if he was at least trying to do something, but it still scared me.Then, when the prince - still hurt by the idea of what I thought of him - left, I threw myself into my bed, feeling, for the first time in a long time, a little peace.Yeah, I had to solve something big like a betrayal that even the fans couldn’t handle, but... I was fine.I spent my whole life wishing I was in one of the countless books I read and now I was. I was Asra - not the protagonist, but that somehow did not bother me.I was still there.I could still change the bad things that were going to happen with the characters I loved and for the first time, I could have something I didn’t have in my entire other life.I had an Asmodeus.I had a friend, even if he was from "Asra" and not mine, I had a friend. A friend who would never lie to me, who came to my room every day.Asmodeus.That demon that I hated
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Calisto ⋅• ♱Asra was asleep when I entered her room. Her face was slightly contorted in a position that did not seem comfortable to me, but still she slept peacefully."I should go back" I told myself, as I tried to convince myself, but before I knew it, I was next to her bed, watching her face asleep.Would Quinn forgive me if I loved her again?I had promised her, I had said that day in front of the waterfall that I would never love someone as I loved her and that this would remain for my whole life, even if they lived thousands of years more, even if we separated and had different lives. Even if we were to fight each other.I said these words and now I was standing there, in the room of the woman I took as a concubine for so many centuries. I was standing by her bed and I thought... I thought about how beautiful she was, about how I missed her smell. About how stupid I felt when she threw those countless truths in my face.I told Asra that I could never love
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Asmodeus ⋅• ♱He was sneaking out of her room again and then another. It was comical to see the king sneaking in to watch my sweet child sleep.Calisto had become something like a dumb teenager - not that at some point he was exactly smart."Come on, tell the truth."The demon in my mind mocked."What did he do to you? Am? Did he steal any of your lovers while you were distracted by some bright light?" That was an outrage "or do you just hate it for free? Em? I’m right? Wasn’t the mistress? Which one? Am? The redhead? He looks like he likes redheads. The girl you see every night is kind of a redhead..., but... I don’t know, maybe he likes blondes? There was a blonde, wasn’t there? What was her name?"I snitched."Have you forgotten how much fun it is to be alone in a room with me?" I snored "I can remind you if you don’t shut your evil little mouth."That wasn’t a double-entendre suggestion. I was ready to torture that bastard if he didn’t shut his fucking mouth