♱ •⋅ 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
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Calisto ⋅• ♱My eyes opened slowly, it was dark, it seemed cold and I could still hear whispers, someone seemed to whine."How can you sleep at a time like this?" A familiar voice questioned me, a voice that made my heart warm."Quinn?" I called her and could hear her low laugh."Hello, mon Chéri..." she returned "will you really stay asleep? She’s scared, she thinks you’re gonna die" Quinn said as she sighed, sitting next to me.My body was heavy."What happened?" I asked as she tried to sit down and she sighed."Hummm, who knows? I can’t remember all the soldiers my father created, but I think you were wounded with one of Samael’s weapons."The weapons of Samael.He might have fallen, but his weapons had been trapped in Eden with his father and brothers.They condemned him for creating them, and now they used the weapons they so abhorred. That place was really full of hypocrisy, it was depressing.Literally depressing."How?" I asked "how are you here?"Quinn
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Asmodeus ⋅• ♱I sighed.It was no fun watching that. Asra was hugging Callisto like a koala and the king looked like an idiot with a smile on his face.It was ridiculous and frustrating."Waste of time" I grumbled and the demon in my earring snorted."You wanted to see them suffer?"I shrugged my shoulders."Maybe a little, at least... would be fun, wouldn’t it?"I didn’t need to see the face of that little serzinho to know that now he wondered if I had any empathy inside me.Well, the truth was that it depended on the day and my mood.That day and that particular moment, I didn’t have much left."She’s your friend!" he protested and I shrugged.Part of her was my friend, but why would I tell him that? I’d ruin the fun."I’m not telling her to die" I grumbled "just to get hurt or do something fun."It was unbelievable - he must have been thinking, but the truth was I needed something.I always needed something to get rid of boredom, so I used to joke, jump from p
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱"Don’t die" I had said, but now, I was over him, his hands held my hip and his lips sealed mine.I had lost my mind, right? No, he was fine, his body was at the right temperature, his eyes were fixed on me and his lips...I felt my breath fail as Callisto pulled me closer."Don’t blame me after..." he muttered as he kissed me again.I knew what that meant.'Don’t blame me, don’t treat me like you’re just here for it'.It was a fair trade.I slid my fingers down the back of his neck and intertwined his hair pulling them and forcing him to stare at me."Don’t treat me like a street whore and I won’t blame you" I said feeling my voice much rougher than it normally was, but Calisto smiled, he just smiled and his eyes shone with some satisfaction."As you wish... dear" purred and his hands hurried over my body, he strummed each of my curves, kissed my neck, my breasts and when we finally got rid of the clothes, I felt his body glued to mine again.I felt his fangs thrus
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅• ♱It had a garden, a beautiful garden and full of violet flowers. Someone smiled as they threw their colored hair back."Not so bad, I told you" the owner of the colored hair and brown eyes spoke - her voice was loud, calm and somehow cozy.Who was she? I couldn’t remember, but I knew it couldn’t be real.If it were, there would be pain, screams... betrayals.Yes.That always surrounded me."What was it?" she asked me as if the way I looked at her made no sense."Beautiful..." I thought and without realizing it, I had already spoken."What is it?"I swallowed hard, she’d hate me if I told her it was her? No... it was just a dream, right? It was one of my only dreams. One of those that was rare and almost non-existent."V-vo... you."The brown eyes stared at me."Me?"For some reason she seemed incredulous. Didn’t they tell you that every day? Her beauty was as obvious as sunlight.The colored hair and fall into wide curls, the golden brown eyes and the
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱Our feet had barely touched the floor of Lucifer’s palace and Azrael was already coming to us."Majesty!" He seemed concerned and it made me question whether Azrael was a good actor or just dumb enough to put his God above all else.Well, in the end it wasn’t like it was really relevant or important. A traitor was still a traitor and Azrael was clearly one."I just learned about the incident in the village," he said as a worried commander and friend and my eyes shot him."Just now?" My lips bowed briefly, "You’re very uninformed, aren’t you, Azrael?"The fallen looked at me, the face serious, impassive."I don’t know what you mean, Miss Asra.""Do 15 hours since the incident in the village, 15 hours and was only informed now?"My words were sharp because I knew I needed them.You had to be sharp if you wanted to trap him, force him to tell the truth."In case you don’t know, I am the commander of the King’s forces and that means I have work to do in addition to tak
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱I looked in the mirror before going, that was the most "common" sweater in Asra’s closet; at knee level, the only piece that was not transparent.The fit was perfect - but that wasn’t new, I considered it impossible that something didn’t look good on Asra’s body, but that particular sweater made her almost 'adorable'.I sighed.I still had a lot of exposed skin, but nothing I couldn’t solve, so I pulled out a little shawl I had there - a pretty shawl with embroidered golden flowers everywhere. That was the most delicate embroidery I’d ever seen.I wrapped myself in the scarf and finished braiding my hair, a fallen braid and half loose to the side.When I got to Loren’s room, Calisto was already there, lying on the bed next to the child; he had a dark leather book in his hands."Asra" the little one called me "you came! I said daddy!"I raised one of my eyebrows."Your father said I wouldn’t come?"Calisto opened his mouth, but thought better and then smiled."Just
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Calisto ⋅• ♱When I awoke, Asra still slept beside Loren and for a moment I wished to remain there, only to allow myself to stay; just to lie there looking at the two while waiting for one of them to awaken, but I realized I could not.He could not because a village that had the attention of the king was invaded again, he could not because there were angels in the territory of Lucifer and for a moment I thanked her for not being there.Lucifer didn’t deserve what they were doing to his home. She didn’t deserve what they did to her and what they were trying to tarnish her name - she was, like Quinn, someone who truly cared about those damn mortals.It was cruel.Really cruel.Her father, her creator - had thrown her away by supporting her sister, had plucked her wings as the last act of cowardice and thrown all her brothers against her.Lucifer was condemned to save Loren, to bring me Quinn’s last memory.I felt my chest tighten.She didn’t deserve it and all I c