Chapter • 37

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱

That plan wasn’t bad, but it still depended on too much.

It depended on how much Callisto was willing to hide from Azrael, how things would go when they were with the saint and whether he had any strength in that world that would force the story back on track if Asra changed it too much.

"I know" Asmodeus said jumping on the bed "you’re thinking too much! That’s why your pretty little face is in this deplorable state."

I sighed.

"Really? Is that your focus?"

He nodded.

"Your beauty is always my focus, dear."

It was unbelievable, but the worst part was that I knew he wasn’t lying. That was really Asmodeus' focus.

"I’m really thinking too much" I muttered "but that’s because I intend to keep us alive in the midst of all this" I muttered "unlike a certain someone."

Asmodeus laughed.

"Look... dying wouldn’t be such a bad idea, have you seen how much work I’ve been getting? It’s almost an injury. It’s too much work..." he whined "whenever that little turd of Calisto see