♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱"Calisto is coming back" I said as I put Zaniel’s letter on the breakfast table and even without looking at Elaine, I could feel her surprise."Ah..." she released "is... is it good?"I put my face in one hand.Was she really asking me that?"Depends on the point of view" I mocked "at him? I don’t think so, he spent so much time in Lucifer’s territory that the paperwork piled up" I said and even though he was mocking, it was the truth."Hummm..." she just mumbled as she threw the poor piece of orange that was left on her plate from side to side.What was with her? A few weeks ago she was asking about Callisto... so why did she look disappointed?"Madam" one of the maids called me and when I looked at her, there was someone right behind "Duke Balthazar came to see her."Baltazar.Asra received the title of duchess for valid reasons if you took into account everything you did during the war, but it was Balthazar who had to deal with 99% of the bureaucracy.Only after
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Calisto ⋅• ♱"What did you say?""A ball."I blinked and Azrael snorted sitting on the leather sofa in the corner."A dance? But what the fuck..." grumbled the fallen "I was not enough all this work, right?"I faced Azrael, but I couldn’t say he was wrong.The balls were exhausting."Whose damn idea was this gerico?" the fallen asked and Zaniel held his laughter "Baltazar is settling Asra’s affairs again?""Actually..." Zaniel stared at me "Balthazar became duke after indications from the duchess and soon after... she assumed all her duties."Smile.I expected this to happen and although I didn’t expect it to be so soon - it was good to know that Asra was finally taking the reins in relation to her work, but... what did it have to do with the prom?As if reading my mind, Azrael grumbled."And what the fuck does that have to do with prom?""Well..." Zaniel smiled "it was the duchess who decided she would throw a ball. A ball at the beginning of winter to receive
♱ • 1750 B.C. • ♱When the cafe closed, Elaine’s eyes were fixed on me."So... will we have a dance?" she asked me bluntly, but it was obvious that her question was another.'So... do I have to go?'Smile."Yes" I said simply "we will have a ball and as much as everyone is informed as a ball by the return of the king, you will be our main star."She froze.His face became pale."Oh, I just...""I don’t want to" I could read in your mind, in your eyes.That was definitely a very different reaction to what she had had in the book.Elaine from the book became cheerful and alive when she learned about the dance that different from now - it was celebrated in the summer. It was a beautiful ball with cheerful decorations and lively music, it was a ball full of life, a ball that matched the graceful air and the vivacity of the saint.A dance made for her.Elaine had been so happy with that dance that she smiled even when Azrael made her train again and again so that she knew all the dance s
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Asmodeus ⋅• ♱Three steps, two and one.My fingers snapped and the guard fell asleep.Callisto should not yet know that I was there - if he knew, he would never leave Lucifer’s private library unprotected like that."You’re a terrible person," my private demon kept saying, "Are you really gonna break into a near-dead library?"Smile.Almost dead? Lucifer was fine, would be fine. She had the heart of a phoenix after all. It wasn’t like something silly was going to kill her, it definitely wasn’t going to happen."I am" I stated as I passed over the body "I am a heartless, heartless monster."The mockery in my voice was too obvious."You’re hopeless," he complained, but I didn’t care at all.If that little being meant to offend me, he’d have to try a lot harder."Găsește pentru mine ceea ce vreau cu adevărat" the enchantment came out of my lips and the whole room looked like a grey sea in my eyes, but there, amidst all that monotony - he was. A book shining in gold
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Loren ⋅• ♱Daffodils uncle had said and when I looked in the book with beautiful illustrations that dad had given me, I found a great picture of how the flower looked.A flower with six petals, in its center, was like a cup full of dots.It was beautiful, very beautiful, but the book said they were yellow and white."Hummm..." sighed "I’m sure I’ve seen this flower before..." I muttered and my "nanny" waiting in the corner smiled."What is it, young master?""I... I don’t remember where the daffodils were" I muttered "and also... had yellow daffodils? I don’t really remember them... but I saw them, I swear I saw them!""Yellow?" Abbadon, the lady of the demons smiled "who knows, young master? Want to take another walk in the garden to collect flowers? Maybe we’ll find your daffodils."I blinked.Dad had said that I should not go out, he said that while we were at Aunt Lucifer’s house I should behave and Riel said that Dad would cry if I went to see the flowers a
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅• ♱Asra had said she would teach me to dance, but a part of me didn’t believe it. Still, there she was.The hair stuck in a ponytail, light clothes and heel boots.That made her tall, two inches taller and it was enough that I had to look up to face her."Are you ready?" she asked staring at me and I nodded affirmatively as I approached.I remembered how Azrael had taught me (after all I relived those classes again and again, so many times that I knew how to complete them, even if I had my eyes closed).First it would be posture, then we would see my movements and then..."Elaine?" she stared at me with one hand outstretched.I blinked totally surprised."I-I-I...""We’re going to dance" she said smiling and when my fingers touched her, Asra pulled me close and the music started.Ah! It wasn’t the same song.It wasn’t the same.This time we danced all over the place, she spun me again and again, smiling as she watched me dance, as she watched me hum and
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Miguel ⋅• ♱How? How the hell did she do it?I propelled my body against that damn barrier and yet she just threw me back.How?She was just a phoenix! Just some creature thought to have strength, power.She was nothing at all.So...How?"Shit with all that!" I screamed as my veins popped."Sir..." one of the idiots Rafael sent me called me and I shot him with my eyes."Shut up or I’ll send your remains to my brother to see if he can still heal you."The angel, who was supposed to be a cadet, shrank.Mediocre.His wings were tiny, his face thin, androgen - like Lucifer’s, like Azrael’s. There was not even a single muscle protruding from that weak body and it was obvious to him that it was surprising that he could hold that big sword."Somebody take the place of that shit," I growled kicking him away, kicking him hard enough to get him dragged by the wind current I created by flapping my wings.I snitched.Weak.If that wasn’t one of my father’s creations, I wou
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Azrael ⋅• ♱It hurt, but even though he kept laughing and my body seemed to fall apart, it wasn’t what really hurt.It would be foolish to say that it didn’t hit me at all in his words and how sudden it all had been - but it was far from the first time. Too far to surprise me again, to cause me anything but anger.It was Miguel. Who could be surprised by something like this coming from him? It was ridiculous, but it would also be very ridiculous if I started acting as if before - when we were all "brothers" -, things were so different.I could still remember, it was as fresh in my mind as if it was still happening.The taste of iron in my mouth was still the same, Quinn’s eyes still seemed focused only on what she considered worthy and there, next to her father, practically dumped, treated like nothing but a dumb warrior - he was.Trembling.Trembling with rage like a lady’s puppy.Michael was exactly like this and even after so many centuries, even after millen