♱ •⋅ 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
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Asmodeus ⋅• ♱My hair was dirty, my clothes were dirty and even my face had some blood when I got to my office."I liked that outfit" I grumbled throwing the bag of bones over the enchanted stone."You like all your clothes" Belial finally that with irony in his voice "so does that really mean anything?"I rolled my eyes as I flicked my earring."Shut up, no one here asked your opinion and you saw well everything I had to go through!""Well... didn’t you look for it?"I popped my tongue in the roof of my mouth."Since when did you become so rude? Frankly...""I should address you with more pomp and care, oh, Your Majesty, the great prince of lust, the star of the ninth territory" Belial scoffed and held the impetus to take that earring where the existence of the little demon was stored and throw it into the larval sea.There were a thousand things I could do to fuck with your life and existence -, but still... I didn’t."One day..." I muttered "one day I will th
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅• ♱Tecidos.There were fabrics and more fabrics everywhere.The women spoke and spoke and it was clear in Asra’s face that she was exhausted."You didn’t sleep well, did you?" I grumbled.She had lied to me when she said yes and also when she told me to go back to sleep."Not exactly" muttered "I’m just tired" said shrugging "don’t worry about that, pretty."How the hell could I not worry?Asra seemed exhausted since she had started those preparations and in the last days - she practically did not sleep.My lips closed and a beak formed over them."Stop" I grumbled "why do you keep acting like it doesn’t matter? You’re obviously tired."The crimson eyes stared at me, it was almost as if she was wondering if it was real. If I really was toasting with her, and for a moment I realized how much things had changed.Now... I didn’t even tremble when Asra stared at me like that. I was not afraid that she would just leave me."Okay... I’m wrong, I’m sorry" thos