♱ •⋅ 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,
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Calisto ⋅• ♱"You look terrible" Abbadon told me as he crossed his arms over his chest.Her posture was impeccable - as always and anyone who saw her like that in front of me, with her face raised and a piercing look, would never imagine that she was anything less than the nanny of the sleeping child in my lap."I dreamed... of her" I spoke as I slid my hand through Loren’s hair gently. Soft enough not to wake him up.Abbadon snorted."Don’t you dream about her every night?"She wasn’t wrong to think that way, after all I really dreamed every night about Quinn, but not always... were good dreams."It was... different..." I muttered as I looked away "I dreamed of the day I met her."Abbadon seemed to hold his breath."The day in the woods?""Yes..." smiles, a faint lifeless smile "I... heard her scream and then... woke up."I heard Quinn scream in my dreams a lot more often than I wanted to admit. Some nights she cried out for help, others for me to keep Loren sa
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅• ♱Old tales, there were so many and last week all I did was read them.The mortal tales were silly in a way - like a helpless princess, who was trapped in a tower by an evil witch, another who had been poisoned, and finally the one who was cursed to sleep soundly.All the stories ended the same way: the princesses were saved by their enchanted princes, but although they were supposed to be "cute" I could only get angry.Prince charming? Any idiot who comes to think something like this might exist has certainly never had to deal with a real prince in his entire life.Arrogant, selfish, a child who grew up to see the world in a unique way.A prince could even be a human being, but he was also someone who would soon become king and as such, would have responsibilities. Too many responsibilities to waste time being kind and human.I snitched.It was annoying for mortals to see these tales as anything but bullshit, but... was it so different from the other
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱She fell asleep.He fell asleep on a dark wooden table with a book three times his head stuck in his arms.The oath of a dragon - I knew as soon as my eyes landed on those strange letters and I sighed.That was a story that Loren asked Calisto to read almost every night and also - it was one of my favorites.⋅• ♱ •⋅There was once, in a world where beings lived in harmony, a star that was born after all others. For many of her people she was regarded as symbolism of bad luck, the last star to be born, the one that could shine least -, but still that was certainly the most smiling star that Lleh had ever known.Neveah was his name and as much as everyone implied that his name was so different from all the others, Neveah never bothered.How could she not care? Lleh wondered whenever she saw her among the other stars.Even if she was the most beautiful, most graceful and certainly the one that the dragon considered brighter among all the others - they still excluded h
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Lúcifer ⋅• ♱"Go back to bed" Zaniel told me before I could move decently and sighed as I leaned against the window, at least he had not complained that I received some of that afternoon breeze."You want me to become a stunted old woman?" I mocked, but I could still feel the hook on my back - where my wings once existed."You haven’t recovered yet!" he protested and I ignored him, as I always did."I will not recover if I act like an old invalid" I grumbled and leaned my face in one hand "it would be good to walk through the garden...""No" he hurried to say and for a moment I remembered perfectly why I did not leave Zaniel by my side."Stop treating me like fragile porcelain," I protested."Asra is in your palace, she walks beside the saint often, do you really think I will expose you to so much divine energy and even more the presence of the phoenix when you can barely stand?" the fallen was so sharp and persistent that I just sighed giving me up.He was not
♱ • 1750 B.C. • ♱My fingers were stiff - it was almost like they were in a cast."Keir?" her voice called me incessantly.I wanted to answer, I really wanted to..., but I couldn’t."Keir!" she called me louder and louder, but when not even my mouth opened to answer, she sighed and leaned back on that door.The door that separated us."Where is she?" she murmured looking frustrated and sad."Why can’t I answer? Why can’t I move?""I’m here!" I wanted to scream, but my voice simply refused to leave."Does she hate me?" Her voice murmured and now she seemed more down."No!" I wanted to shout "I don’t hate you... I would never be able to hate you, Elaine"Elaine...I blinked.Yeah, that was Elaine’s voice. My Elaine’s.I wanted her to hear me - I wanted to because otherwise I felt she would soon be in tears."Well... it wouldn’t be surprising that you hated me from the start," she muttered and felt my chest tighten.She was thinking too much again, but the sound of the sign made her si
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Samael ⋅• ♱My feet had barely stepped on the black bricks of Callisto's tower and one of the demons serving him faced me."The princess awaits you for tea in the garden."Not the duchess or the saint - as one might expect, but Lucifer and if it was Lucifer they were talking about, then I knew what it was all about."Right" I spoke as I put away the gold cufflinks I had received from Remiel "it will be a pleasure to accompany the princess to her tea."I could hear Anneliese grunting behind me, even though she was the one who would choose to accompany me - she was also the one who would surely complain the most.I sighed.The air of that palace brought back memories I would rather forget and as I followed the demon down a path I knew so well - I realized that nothing there had really changed."Masochistic" I thought as my fingers rose in the air. The way that damn fool had kept it all going - I could almost feel particles of Quinn's divine power everywhere.This