♱ •⋅ 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
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Azrael ⋅• ♱Quinn fell and we kept watching.Watching with our narcissistic father as his "favorite angel" proved himself on earth with mortalswho had defended.She was trying, trying hard. She was wounded, she was lost, and now she had a mortal body, nothing more than an ordinary human body and those who were to worship her by their choice and goodwill did not even notice her.They were rotten - I noticed as soon as Quinn fell through that forest.Perhaps because they were made in the image of what we called the father - they were like him: selfish, irrational and completely obsessed with power."Did you see?" Miguel rejoiced as Quinn was almost abused by the humans who were chasing her still wounded "she comes down to help them and what does she get? Am? Humans are like animals, we should treat them as such!"I did not disagree with this point, but the strange glow in his eye was not desire? The desire to be there among those mortals? The desire to persecute
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Samael ⋅• ♱"Won’t you answer?" Anneliese’s black eyes stared at me with a certain disgust. It was almost comical how she didn’t even try to fool me about her preference."Who knows?" My lips arched into a broad and mischievous smile.The truth is that I would love to torture Calisto a little more."He’s still king" Anneliese did me the favor of remembering, but I was an alchemist, not a poor old man with Alzheimer’s."I know that, dear," I hissed as I leaned over my desk of notes, my arms crossing over my chest "but you should not forget that in the end I do not obey the king directly."She shot me with that sharp, feline look."That’s why you founded the temples, isn’t it?"Smile. A smile of pure fun.Anneliese had not become one of my wings out of respect or admiration, she had done it to make sure I would never get out of control.It was obvious from the day she stepped into my temple and swore me loyalty, but... how could I refuse? Anneliese may not be one
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱"You..." Elaine kept her eyes fixed on me "you look different."I blinked."What is it?""Different..." whispered sharply sleepy as she leaned her face against the back of the sofa "looks different, like someone who has never been..., but... I really like it."How should I feel? Offended? Praised?It didn’t make sense.How could I look different to Elaine?I went through all the meetings of Asra and Elaine, all the scenes, one by one and still... there was nothing. Nothing before Asra saw Elaine and Calisto together.So what? Had I changed between these last days?I took a deep breath as I thought about it and again, I went over it all mentally.I had been rude to her at first, but... that made sense, right? She was an enemy, she...I sunk my face in my hands.If I wanted answers, I’d have to ask directly, directly to that sleepy little thing with eyes so blue it looked like an endless ocean."What do you mean by that? How have I changed?"The pink lips expanded in
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Calisto ⋅• ♱Work. Work and... ah! More work.There were so many damn papers that I found myself sinking behind that table, sinking into a sea of white leaves and idiotic rules.Loren had slept there and I couldn’t even go out to take him to his room."You look in a terrible mood" A familiar voice made me raise my head and to my surprise - it was Anneliese."I have to deal with bureaucracy, you know how much I love this kind of work," I mocked sliding one of my hands across my face."Yes" she replied laughing "I know, I remember Quinn forcing you to sit at a table like this and say I wouldn’t see you until it was over."I grunted as I remembered that damn memory."And they still had the courage to call her an angel" I joked feeling the melancholy that I could not dispel from my own voice."Wasn’t it you who called her that?" Anneliese asked with an equally melancholy smile "you haven’t changed at all... Callisto."I sat up on my seat - the seat that belonged to
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Loren ⋅• ♱Of course.The sky was clear, but I couldn’t remember the name of that color. It was the same color as that woman’s eyes, the eyes that shone when they looked at me."Loren, darling" she called me, called me like Dad called me.I didn’t like it when they called me like Dad did, but when it was her... it didn’t bother me."Hi... I came" I said as I sat there on the grass.Dad would be angry if I sat on that grass? I had gone to the doctor every day and had been a good boy, he would not be angry right?The woman’s hand touched my face - it was hot."It’s okay," she said as she looked at me and the twinkle in her eyes seemed to increase, it was almost like she was like Uncle Belphegor. She seemed to understand what I thought, even if I didn’t tell her.I automatically put both hands on my head."It’s ugly to read people’s heads without asking permission," I said as a beak formed in my mouth.Dad always fought with Uncle Bell. I didn’t want him to fight w
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Azrael ⋅• ♱It still hurt.I could still feel my back throbbing and my neck burning, but I still stood, my eyes fixed on the table as I waited for an answer."Commander..." the creature’s weak voice, which should not have been more than 100 years old, made me call and I had to force a smile as I lifted my gaze."What did the saint say?"She opened her mouth, but then closed it."I knew," I thought. "The saint said nothing, it was Asra"."Ahm..." the creature looked away, his face was thin, his body too fragile.Asra had several maids, many of them were trained as well as the best of my men, but that child? She was obviously young. Was she one of the children she had employed in the tribute incident?I sighed."Speak, I won’t blame you."I couldn’t and probably the guilt made me be so kind, but that wasn’t something she would understand.Her purple eyes shone with hope and she cleared her throat before speaking."The duchess said... I should inform you that the s
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅• ♱"What should I wear?" I asked as I spun around in the still-unmade bed. He had not yet had enough strength to get out of bed - especially knowing that Asra was busy.She was always busy the last few days.I snorted and a beak formed on my lips."Caliiii..." I called the half-demon Asra had assigned to me for a few weeks and the purple eyes stared at me as if they were about to smile."What is it, miss?" she asked me as she finished setting the table further to the corner of the room.There were so many fruits and cakes that I wondered if there could really be someone capable of eating all that.It was an exaggeration! An exaggeration and above all an absurdity, because even if I begged Cali, I would still have to eat everything alone."What do I do?" I asked sulking."About?""About what to wear to prom!"It was silly - I knew that and I also knew I was acting like a spoiled child, but... after so long being just a puppet of those damn strings... I c