♱ •⋅ 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
♱ •⋅ 1750 A.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Calisto ⋅• ♱My eyes were heavy, but I refused to sleep. I refused because I didn’t want to see her again.I didn’t want to risk crying in front of Loren again."You look tired, Dad..." he said as he touched my face and I smiled.At least for him, my smile was not forced."I’ve worked a lot lately" I said and that wasn’t entirely a lie."I know," he said leaning his head against my shoulder "but now we’re almost home, right? Then you won’t have so much trouble...I let out a snitch laugh.I wanted those sweet words to be true - but unlike what Loren said, I had A LOT of work delayed thanks to the time I spent in Lucifer’s territory.Everything would be much faster if it were not our coming and going using a method as outdated as carriages, but what could we do? I would not leave my son for so long alone and using teleport or magical means for transportation could lead to trouble for Loren.Anything that could cause oscillation in his power - it was strictly forb
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Azrael ⋅• ♱I stared at that door for a long time while waiting and soon the purple eyes I waited for - finally -, appeared.She was smiling at me."Sorry for the delay..." Cali said and it was visible on her blushing face that she had made every effort to arrive on time.Good.She had failed miserably, she was seven minutes late.Smile.A forced and distinct smile. I couldn’t say she was late, it wasn’t something that would be well-regarded or expected from the role I was playing."Don’t worry" lied "I just got here."I lied to you again.I was there 20 minutes ago."Really? Oh! That’s good!" She said leaning back the door "I thought I left you here to wait, usually I leave early is that with the dance..." her fingers touched their own lips when she realized she would not stop talking "sorry... I said too much, right? It’s obvious you know how messed up everything is because of the dance..."I let out a puffed laugh and held her hand, taking it from her lips an
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅• ♱I took a deep breath.Calisto was back. He was back and the dance would start in a few hours."Don’t move," the seamstress who made the last adjustments to my outfit muttered "it’s perfect..."Yeah. I knew, but I didn’t care.I was too anxious to think about that stupid dress, or even the color I would wear in a few hours, the trim or blah blah blah blah.I was about to go to the dance, see Callisto and... I’d see him with Asra.Just the idea of that image of the past that I relived so many times - made my heart freeze.Asra clinging to Calisto’s arm, smiling at him... dancing with him.My chest was sore.Maybe... I shouldn’t go."Duchess!" one of the maids called her and when I turned, she was there. The only problem was the way I moved abruptly, which made the poor seamstress stick me with one of her pins."Alas!" I cried and Asra’s eyes fixed on me."Are you okay?" he asked me approaching.Smile.Was she worried about me? Why did something like th