Chapter • 38

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱

Asmodeus was right to some extent and I had to admit it. It would be easier to catch Azrael if he was at least trying to do something, but it still scared me.

Then, when the prince - still hurt by the idea of what I thought of him - left, I threw myself into my bed, feeling, for the first time in a long time, a little peace.

Yeah, I had to solve something big like a betrayal that even the fans couldn’t handle, but... I was fine.

I spent my whole life wishing I was in one of the countless books I read and now I was. I was Asra - not the protagonist, but that somehow did not bother me.

I was still there.

I could still change the bad things that were going to happen with the characters I loved and for the first time, I could have something I didn’t have in my entire other life.

I had an Asmodeus.

I had a friend, even if he was from "Asra" and not mine, I had a friend. A friend who would never lie to me, who came to my room every day.

Asmodeus.

That demon that I hated