♱ •⋅ 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!
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅• ♱"You’re the only person who doesn’t need excuses" she had said and for some reason I couldn’t forget those words.It was silly and I knew it - but somehow I just wanted to stay there.I sighed leaning back against the wooden door and placing the various books I had picked up in Asra’s library - on my bedside table."Shall I prepare your bath, miss? I could have helped you with the books..." Cali spoke and I sighed again."It’s all right, Asra brought them with me to my door."Cali looked at me and even if she did not speak, she had that question on her face: why didn’t she come in?I threw myself into my bed and sank my face into the pillow."Asra is... busy" I grumbled even though I was being selfish."Oh! I see... the ball seems to be taking a lot of the duchess’s time."I settled."Too long! I feel she barely has time for me!" I spoke and as quickly as those words had come out of my lips - I felt my face blush.What the hell was I talking about? H
♱ •⋅ 1750 A.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Loren ⋅• ♱Abbadon’s eyes shone as she looked at the daffodils and I couldn’t help but smile when I finished singing."You sing very well, young master, that’s probably why they grow so beautiful" she said "the young master really looks like his mother, sings divinely."My face became hot with that comparison - not because it was the first time, after all since Abbadon came up and became the one who takes care of me, it was common for her to talk more about my mom..., but because whenever I was compared to her, I felt happy.So happy that my chest seemed about to explode."I wish I had heard her sing..." I muttered looking at the daffodils.I’d never have the courage to say that before, but... it was okay to be selfish and if it was Abbadon you were talking to, I knew Dad probably wouldn’t know."She was singing to you" Abbadon said and it caught me by surprise."Would you sing?"She smiled, a sincere smile - like Asra’s whenever she looked at me from afar."Yes
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Calisto ⋅• ♱It was late autumn, the cold air was blowing in my face and a part of me wanted to die.Why was that station so damn time-consuming?I sighed and saw the smoke form as soon as the air left my lips.I hated autumn, was as sure of it as I was sure that the throne I had fled from - would still be intact when I returned.Even as I walked through the mortal lands with nothing but an ordinary sword and average clothes - I was able to get rid of Mammon’s voice in my mind."Lord! Come home! Your father can no longer handle so much stress," he said as if that old man deserved the drop of my concern.I ignored.Just as I had ignored when Belchior went up to try to convince me - or when Beelzebub came to visit me and simply seemed to have been forced to do so in order to convince me (which he did not intend to do)."Why should I?" He mocked "have you ever seen that mountain of papers on your father’s desk? That is his inheritance" he said in jest and mockery,