♱ •⋅ 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
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅• ♱Two beats later Asra’s voice could be heard."Come in," she said loud enough that I could understand."In the way?" I asked as I opened the door and put a part of my face to spy.The red eyes stared at me and a smile soon sprouted on his lips painted with a reddish hue, reminiscent of the color of the cherries we had seen on one of our walks."You never get in my way" she said and with a simple gesture with her hands, a chair was pulled to her side "come, sit, what brought you here?"I controlled myself so as not to jump towards him and sat on the chair crossing my legs, one over the other."Um... I... I was thinking about the dance" I said as I looked at my own feet."Oh! Did you choose what to wear?" Her eyes shone with expectation and I realized that this was the first time they expected something like this from me. They expected... that I would make a decision - not that I would act specifically and that simple detail made me smile."Actually..."
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Asmodeus ⋅• ♱The red stone shone on that necklace and I stared at it with disgust."Fucking asshole..." I grumbled as I pulled one of my spell books close.Calisto fucked my life even when I had no pretense.I sighed heavily, my fingers slipped by the glowing stone that had been placed on the table by one of my numerous servants.That ancient language was no different from the ancient language of any of the thousands of existing universes. It was a common tongue for someone like me, yet I joined the angry eyebrows."Why is it always so? Am? Why the hell do I have to go out collecting things and putting pieces together?" I grumbled looking at the ceiling "Why can’t it be, yes, salabim, revived!?"A fragment of the soul of the one who wants to be resurrected, a coin willingly given by the boatman and when at last the remains lie on the first infernal tombstone - the being will return as an abyssal calf.Grunhi."Damn all necromancers! Sadists! Idiots! Imbeciles!