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The Great Black King Chapter • 09
♱ ⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅ ♱ "Who are you?" the childish voice questioned me, and bluntly, I stared at the little being who was sneaking around the gardens of the emerald palace. What was I supposed to say? It was obvious who this child was, for there, in the midst of hell - children, were rare. As rare as dreamy happy endings. That little boy was Loren, Callisto's son and his one true love until then. The being to whom the king dedicated his life and the reason he opened himself to Elaine. There were even some fans who said that Elaine was not so good and had blatantly used the boy to get closer to the king. At the time, I remember disagreeing and defending the heroine. "I am Asra" I replied simply by extending one of my hands to him to help him stand up. The little boy wore black clothes that stood out on his excessively pale skin. There were reddish circles under his crimson eyes, and he smiled briefly as he took my hand. "Asra? Like the phoenix that swallowed the deadly sun?" He look
The Great Black King Chapter • 10
♱ ⋅ 1750 A.C. ⋅ ♱ ⋅ Calisto ⋅ ♱ "He's gone again" Azrael said and I felt my body heavy. What the hell was left to happen? Asra had practically thrown me out of her room after an argument where I couldn't even go against what she said. "How can he run away again? What the hell are these maids up to?" I growled, sinking into my chair. Loren had been doing this quite often lately, and I knew in part that this was just a response to my actions, but it didn't get me rid of Azrael. He loved to remind me of this damned fact. "Well, maybe..." "Shut up" I spoke, interrupting him before giving him a chance to continue, to finish whatever the damn rant was. The truth was that Azrael hated Asra for all the things she had ever done, and I... well... I forgave her and I forgave her, because I know that it is exclusively my fault that Asra is the way she is. I condemned her. "You really have no way" he grumbled, and I could only sink further into the chair. "He can't have gotten far" I mu
The Great Black King Chapter • 11
♱ ⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅ ♱After that day, Callisto did not return to my room and did not even set foot in my palace, but unlike what the ancient Asra would do, I entertained myself with other things. After all, it wasn't just romance that the novel was based on, and I knew well that as much as it was a pretext for the main couple to get closer, there were problems to be solved throughout the kingdom.Fights in territories.Abuses of citizens by lesser demons.Tributes are being demanded in small villages in the name of the demon king.There was much that Callisto could not control, even more so when angels were trying to invade his castle and murder his son and Loren... well, little Loren was doomed.He needed time.In the original story, it was up to Elaine to discover these facts together with Azrael and little by little solve them. It was one of the things that made Callisto see her with new eyes.Like the sweet and gentle person, she was the person who cared about mortals even when they ag
The Great Black King Chapter • 12
♱ •⋅ 1750 A.C. ⋅• ♱ I didn't expect it to be so easy to be with Asmodeus, but when he sat down in front of me and tea was served, it all seemed too ordinary. Not something creepy like being in casual conversation with one of the scariest and most powerful demons in all of Hell and the novel universe I've read, but like being with a friend from a long, long time. Was that part of the result of being in Asra's body? A part of her responding to the presence of her best friend? Well...whatever it was, it was helpful, since in the end I didn't feel pressured as he slumped in his chair like a careless teenager. "This prince life is so tiring" he grumbled as he stuffed his own mouth with buttery cookies. Those cookies that the maid always left on the dresser and that somehow the body seemed to hate (even though I considered them partially tasty). Unlike me, Asmodeus devoured them like a gluttonous child. "Tiring?" I Asked with a raised eyebrow. It was very brazen of him to say somethi
The Great Black King Chapter • 13
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Calisto ⋅• ♱ "What did you say?" I couldn't believe it. Azrael was surely wrong again. "Sir, I don't believe you got it wrong." I needed to "Repeat it" I growled. "I..." He didn't have the heart to speak, not after what occurred when he took the damned blessed being into my palace. It was an affront, a real attempt on Loren's life. "I understand what you wanted to tell me that day" he hastened to speak "but this time it was Asmodeus' fault." Asmodeus. The prince of lust. He never meddled except when Asra got involved in something complicated and he stepped in or even took the blame. It was obvious that Asmodeus had no appreciation for me and he didn't try to hide that in any way. "What did he do this time?" It was impossible that Asmodeus would be involved in anything dangerous or even problematic, but the truth was that I was unaware of the nature of Asra and Asmodeus' involvement. And that fact really bothered me. "He took the duchess with him to
The Great Black King Chapter • 14
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ The third territory was synonymous with different. Although the sky was still the same and the people still walked the streets with the black sun making the day darker - everything was different. There weren't as many smiles on their faces and even for a world that had been ravaged by demons, that place was too dark. "What happened here?" I muttered "I heard that..." Asmodeus held my shoulder. "That it was beautiful here?" I nodded. Even when Elaine went to the third territory, it was different. The place was alive with all Lucifer's affection. The third territory was the refuge of many mortals who still cherished what was once an ordinary life. It was a beautiful place. Undeniably beautiful. "How?" I questioned and the blond demon next to me shrugged. "Maybe it's because Lucifer doesn't wake up yet" he said and his words took me by surprise. "How? Lucifer hasn't... woken up?" my lips didn't even seem to want to move. Asmodeus was lying, right? He had to
The Great Black King Chapter • 15
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ A part of Asmodeus seemed unable to believe what he had just heard, but another part seemed happy to see me finally changing my way of thinking. It was as if he was trying to decide if he wanted me as someone who needed protection, who sometimes seemed happy, and someone who clearly didn't know what love meant, but finally had individuality. "Asmodeus" I called out to him snapping him out of his trance "I'll be fine, even if I'm not with him." Those words didn't seem real, not least because a part of me - whether it was the reading part or a fragment of what Asra felt for Callisto -, still wanted to be by the king's side. "You..." he stopped "if you say so." He muttered as if he was trying to convince himself, as if he believed my words, even though they seemed surreal, and I knew they did. Callisto had been my addiction, my obsession. Whether it was as who I was before or as Asra. I could still remember all the times I had protected him in fan forums, in so
The Great Black King Chapter • 16
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Calisto ⋅• ♱ Loren moved around inside the carriage, looking much more excited than usual. "We really are out here!" he said with a huge smile and I couldn't help but laugh. My sweet son was really surprised. It wasn't really something to be surprised about, after all... Loren had never left that place. He had never set foot outside the walls that protected the capital. He was not even allowed to go out in the small village. "Yes...we are" I spoke again extending one of my hands to support him. To make sure he didn't fall off the bench straight to the ground "but try to sit up, son...you might end up hurt." Like a good child, he just ignored me and continued to kneel on the bench with both hands on the carriage glass. I knew it was crazy and a part of me seriously wondered what sanity I had left. Had I really done all that to make sure Asra was okay? Or was the truth that I was jealous? I huffed. It couldn't be that. It was Asmodeus, even if he was the
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