♱ • 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
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱There was something different when I woke up, it was hard to say exactly what, but something had changed. Whether this was good or not, I was still trying to decide."Are you ready, ma'am?"One of the maids asked and I could only grumble and raise one of my hands."I just woke up, do you really think I’m ready?"It was obvious, but still the woman laughed and without delay stood beside me."Then you’d better get up, ma'am."I didn’t want to get up, actually the room seemed more comfortable than usual."Hummmm..." grunted and the maid pulled me by the arm."Ma'am, I would... Today is the day where you will accompany the king to the village of Noir, you cannot lie down..." she spoke while trying to talk to me, but... I could leave Callisto waiting a little, right? How about a few hours? Am? I think it’s a great idea."I know what you’re thinking," she said, "and no, she can’t."Grunhi.Frustrating.Dealing with my maids had begun to be frustrating."You have no heart
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Calisto ⋅• ♱That place was exactly how Asra spoke. Pain, bones and ashes. In all my existence I did not think I would see something so depressing again."What really happened here?"She sighed."They didn’t have enough young people for the tribute" murmured "so they killed all the old people they found and took all the women from the place, well... almost all of them."She pointed to three children who hugged each other to deal with the cold and I couldn’t help but think of Loren.What would I do if it was my son there? I would hunt and kill whoever dared touch Loren, but who would do that for those children?I sighed.I already knew the answer, nobody."Azrael said everything would be fine..." I muttered "doesn’t look well."Asra laughed."Compare to the first time I came ? It looks a lot like paradise now."My eyes widened wide."How?"She shrugged her shoulders."Everyone was hungry, dressed in rags and completely ragged."It was hard to believe, but I didn’t
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱Calisto was beside me and soon was no more."Beware" I heard him scream as a dagger flew towards me.There were many.From what I had heard from the villagers, only 6 of them went to get the tributes. So what changed? Why the hell now had so many of them?20? 30? No... it looked 45 if I hadn’t counted wrong.It wasn’t a coincidence."Azrael said we’d see..." smiles as those words came to my mind.He had done it.You fucking sadistic fuck.My hands burned and I felt my nose bleed, but still dodged the attacks and continued to invade their minds.They were human after all and it wasn’t that complicated.I crushed them, completely destroyed them and forced their bodies to stop working.They couldn’t touch me, it was impossible, but I soon felt a different presence.It was petrifying and when my eyes rose, white wings appeared in front of me."Calisto." I screamed as loud as I could, but it was too late, the king was facing away from that damned heavenly and with a smi