♱ •⋅ 3690 I.C ⋅• ♱ There was once an ancient king who fell in love with a being completely opposite to him and as the romance between them developed, a curious phoenix watched them. "What a fool" she once said as she snuggled into her nest "isn’t it obvious they won’t be able to be together? Look at them... they’re too different, they’re natural enemies." The mermaid, who has always been by the side of the phoenix since the day she was born, smiled. A weak, friendly smile. "If you think they’re so silly, why do you keep watching? Isn’t this the 16th time you’ve been here? Looking at them? What? Fell in love with her? Or maybe for him?" The mermaid provoked "no... did... fall in love with both?" The phoenix has snitched. "What the hell are you talking about? I’m a phoenix! I don’t fall in love unless I want to! And everyone knows that love is something questionable and made only for mortals to think that there is something beyond the basic motif of reproduction"the proud phoenix g

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ A few hours were needed until finally Asmodeus had stopped his tantrum. He had really felt the idea of being let go, but what would everyone say if they knew that the much-feared prince of lust was just a whining baby who hates feeling left out or abandoned. It was comical. The more time I spent in the world of that novel, the more comical I felt each of the characters were. Of course, there were exceptions - like Azrael, who now looked at me with such hatred that I even wondered if Asra had not stabbed him or done something worse before I could reincarnate. Had she killed his mother? Had she caused his downfall? It still didn’t make sense. Azrael’s hatred seemed too much, it seemed destined for me. Not Asra, not the phoenix who lived "peacefully" as the king’s concubine, but me. The version of Asra who decided to live. Who decided to act differently. "What are you thinking?" Asmodeus asked me bringing me back to reality. "Humm..." I grumbled "I was trying t

♱ • 1750 B.C • ♱ Unfortunately things seemed to make more and more sense, as if one little piece could finally fit the other and all I had left was a damn puzzle practically complete. In the end I had not left so much time to think, after all if Azrael really was a traitor, he would act again. If he were really serving his God - he would try to bring Elaine to the third territory. A part of me refused to believe it, to believe that Azrael had not only deceived Callisto and Elaine - but also me and all the readers who considered him someone incredible. But in the end it wasn’t a reality? Fictional characters tend to be exactly what we want as we read and throw our expectations at them. Maybe... the fact that I liked Azrael so much blinded me initially to the truth that was so clear in front of my eyes. In the end, Azrael had no reason to hate Asra and yet he hated her even within the novel, even before the concubine began stalking Elaine. Even before Asra committed her greatest si

♱ • 1750 B.C. • ♱ "So?" I smiled and the little girl who was now clinging to a piece of bread looked suspicious at me and then to Asmodeus who did not even try to appear friendly. "Humm..." the girl bit the bread like a hungry animal "I..." She swallowed it hard. "I was too skinny..." she muttered as if feeling guilty "I..." "Say, dear..." I said trying to encourage. "I..." Asmodeus sighed. "Speak at once, child," he said squatting in front of her "what was it about you being thin?" I felt like hitting him for treating a little girl like that, but at that moment - I just couldn’t. The girl bit her mouth off by cutting her own lip. "They said I was too skinny and that... it didn’t serve as tribute" she muttered "so... they took my sister." My chest is heavy. "Your... your sister?" She nodded and Asmodeus snitched. "They weren’t wrong, you really are very thin." "I... know" she muttered as if feeling even more guilty after hearing from Asmodeus that those who took her sis

♱ • 1750 B.C. • ♱ At some point I just fell asleep and when I woke up hours later, he was not in my room and much less next to me. There was no sign of Callisto’s existence. I got up, did not have much to do in my bed and honestly was not so tired after sleeping for so many hours. So I arranged my hair in braids and wore the lightest dress in Asra’s wardrobe. A dark green, pulled to the emerald. It was as if I had come out of a fairy tale, had such delicate embroidery that seemed almost surreal. I didn’t know where Callisto was, but I knew that now that it was night, Loren would probably be in the library, so I headed there. But to my complete surprise, there was the sound of low laughter coming from the office. "No! Dad! You promised!" Someone said between laughs and when I realized, was leaning the door practically entering the place. "Asra!" The voice of Loren and Callisto mingled as they called me in unison, made me smile and then I simply pushed the doors into place "did y