♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Calisto ⋅• ♱Loren stared at me for hours as if that alone would make me admit something I hadn’t done -, but when I finally fell asleep, I slipped my fingers across her face and found myself humming a song I long thought I’d forgotten.My eyes looked for a smiling face near the windows, but... it wasn’t there.It had been many years since I had been there and I could not conform because that smile had never been seen by my son’s bicolor eyes."I wish you were here," I heard myself say as I sank my face into the pillow next to Loren.How long has it been since I had a good night’s sleep?Quinn’s gentle smile came to mind; right... it had been that night.In the one where the moon was bluish and she hummed in our bedroom window with her hands over her belly that had not even begun to grow."What are you doing?" I asked and she stared at me with a huge smile."I’m singing... and I’m letting our little sun see the beautiful empire he will rule."Her response was qu
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱"I had a bad, long nightmare..." she said and when I realized it, she was staring at that pale face that smiled as if it was an obligation - as if smiling was necessary; I knew that smile well.The smile of: they won’t like me if I cause trouble.My chest tightened -, how could I say no to her?I held her hand, pale and cold and sighed deeply.Wasn’t Elaine disgusted by that vision? The horns? The wings? I still remembered the way she cried cowering in the corner of the room when she first saw Callisto in her demonic form, so... what was wrong?The bluish eyes met mine, but in the place of deep terror and a frightened expression, she approached and her fingers gently touched my face.She wasn’t afraid, it was almost like... she liked what she saw."Doesn’t it frighten you... even a little?" I found myself asking once again and the chapped lips, which now took a little color, arched."No... and... her eyes look beautiful," she said so low that she seemed to be telli
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅• ♱"Stay..." I asked even though I knew she probably wouldn’t be, but to my surprise, Asra stayed.She lay on the bed and when I realized, her fingers slipped through my hair and that touch calmed me like nothing had ever calmed me before.My face sank into Asra’s neck before I knew it and when her floral scent invaded my nostrils, it was as if I could feel at home - like in those flowery fields or in the garden.Not the garden of Eden, not in those nightmares with Michael, but... in that garden where the colored-haired girl always found me. I could almost feel the warmth of the sun touching my skin.There... I simply fell asleep, finally realizing how heavy and sleepy my body really was; but how could I have a sense of something like this when commonly the body could not even be considered mine.That night I had nothing left but rest, a deep sleep, bathed in the perfume of the duchess who in so many lives had tried to kill me.It was ironic, right? It
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Azrael ⋅• ♱"Azrael!" She screamed and my mind seemed about to explode, breathing became more and more complicated and when I tried to extend my hand in her direction, when I tried to reach her something shone in gold and a shining armor stepped on my foot."What a disappointment... brother" he said with that voice full of arrogance and I heard myself scream, I heard myself scream as she was torn from me as she was dragged away while...I jumped out of bed again and felt the sweat come down my forehead.Another nightmare."Shit..." I slid one of my hands across my face "again this shit...""Is it hard to sleep, brother?" Miguel’s voice made me get up quickly in a jolt "calm down, walk... it’s just me" he said in laughter. He was there, sitting in the window with his face against the wall."You seem to be doing well at work, since you have time to sleep like this" he spoke with that snobbish tone that made my stomach wrap."The king is dealing with many things" I
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱I took a deep breath and when I realized I was remembering that night again."Asra" Asmodeus practically shouted my name, which made me come back to me amid a jolt."What is it?""What the fuck are you thinking? Didn’t you hear me?"Grunhi.If I admitted that I had not heard anything he had told me - I would be fucked, very, very fucked, completely fucked and hostage to an endless drama coming straight from the prince of the ninth territory."I give up on you" he grumbled pulling my glass of wine to himself and snorting while practically turning it all at once "I should be home! You should be in the middle of my harem, but no, I’m here solving political problems that you created!"I sighed."What do you want? A thank you?""It would be a great way to start" he grumbled and pulling the liter of wine for himself, served all the rest of the content in the cup "I’m here working, having my reputation destroyed and all that for what? Am? You don’t even thank me!""Oh hea
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅• ♱When Asra left my room, I thought I would not see her again and how it happened after dinner when I awoke in her palace - I went back to being nothing more than a spectator, but then... she came to me with a tray full of fruit the next morning and when I tried to speak, my mouth opened again.'It’s her...' I thought.'When Asra is around... my body answers me,' he concludes and just as my theory said, I began to test and every moment seemed more and more real.She was beside me and then it was as if the strings of the puppet were finally cut.Why?Was it because she was changing things? Was it because Asra was different from others?My chest tightened as I snuck out of bed to get close to the redhead."Why do you look at me like that?" she asked when I kept staring at her."So-Sorry is a great...""No need to apologize" she muttered "but you were looking at me as if..." she stopped and then cleared her throat "forget it, just... eat."I held her hand
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Calisto ⋅• ♱"Lucifer woke up" Zaniel spoke as soon as he entered my office and both Azrael and I stared at him at the same time."Did Lucifer really wake up?""Are you for real?"We spoke almost in unison and the fallen with crimson hair nodded."A letter has just arrived from the palace of the black tower, Princess Lucifer has awakened."I sighed, feeling relieved for the first time since I stepped foot in this damn territory."Finally..." Azrael said sinking on the couch "I hate all these flowers and there are flowers everywhere!"I snitched.Yes, Lucifer liked flowers. He likes it so much that all his territory was full of them and in all the houses he could see even on their roofs and in the streets.Loren had loved it all, but looking at Azrael’s side - who was allergic to pollen -, it felt like real hell."We’re finally going home!" he said looking too happy, so happy that I almost felt guilty about destroying his happiness."We can’t go back... yet..." I
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅• ♱She was in the library - I knew because I had heard the maids talking about the plans cancelled with Asmodeus."I shouldn’t intervene, if she cancelled something with the prince... then she must want to be alone," came to mind and yet contradicted me. My feet just moved carried away by my selfishness and when I realized I was in front of the library; and then between the shelves until I stopped at that place more to the center - where a fireplace was lit and Asra stood, leaning the table with a large book in hands.His eyes rose toward me."Elaine" The redhead’s face seemed to light up when she said my name.Don’t kid yourself, she’s just surprised."Hi... are you... busy?"She closed the book with a thud and smiled."Not exactly, but... I thought you didn’t leave your room.""I don’t go out much..." I muttered and mentally completed 'but heard you were here...'"Hummm" Asra threw the book on the table and held out one hand to me "come, I’ll show you