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The Great Black King Chapter • 43
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱Calisto was beside me and soon was no more."Beware" I heard him scream as a dagger flew towards me.There were many.From what I had heard from the villagers, only 6 of them went to get the tributes. So what changed? Why the hell now had so many of them?20? 30? No... it looked 45 if I hadn’t counted wrong.It wasn’t a coincidence."Azrael said we’d see..." smiles as those words came to my mind.He had done it.You fucking sadistic fuck.My hands burned and I felt my nose bleed, but still dodged the attacks and continued to invade their minds.They were human after all and it wasn’t that complicated.I crushed them, completely destroyed them and forced their bodies to stop working.They couldn’t touch me, it was impossible, but I soon felt a different presence.It was petrifying and when my eyes rose, white wings appeared in front of me."Calisto." I screamed as loud as I could, but it was too late, the king was facing away from that damned heavenly and with a smi
The Great Black King Chapter • 44
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Calisto ⋅• ♱My eyes opened slowly, it was dark, it seemed cold and I could still hear whispers, someone seemed to whine."How can you sleep at a time like this?" A familiar voice questioned me, a voice that made my heart warm."Quinn?" I called her and could hear her low laugh."Hello, mon Chéri..." she returned "will you really stay asleep? She’s scared, she thinks you’re gonna die" Quinn said as she sighed, sitting next to me.My body was heavy."What happened?" I asked as she tried to sit down and she sighed."Hummm, who knows? I can’t remember all the soldiers my father created, but I think you were wounded with one of Samael’s weapons."The weapons of Samael.He might have fallen, but his weapons had been trapped in Eden with his father and brothers.They condemned him for creating them, and now they used the weapons they so abhorred. That place was really full of hypocrisy, it was depressing.Literally depressing."How?" I asked "how are you here?"Quinn
The Great Black King Chapter • 45
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Asmodeus ⋅• ♱I sighed.It was no fun watching that. Asra was hugging Callisto like a koala and the king looked like an idiot with a smile on his face.It was ridiculous and frustrating."Waste of time" I grumbled and the demon in my earring snorted."You wanted to see them suffer?"I shrugged my shoulders."Maybe a little, at least... would be fun, wouldn’t it?"I didn’t need to see the face of that little serzinho to know that now he wondered if I had any empathy inside me.Well, the truth was that it depended on the day and my mood.That day and that particular moment, I didn’t have much left."She’s your friend!" he protested and I shrugged.Part of her was my friend, but why would I tell him that? I’d ruin the fun."I’m not telling her to die" I grumbled "just to get hurt or do something fun."It was unbelievable - he must have been thinking, but the truth was I needed something.I always needed something to get rid of boredom, so I used to joke, jump from p
The Great Black King Chapter • 46
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱"Don’t die" I had said, but now, I was over him, his hands held my hip and his lips sealed mine.I had lost my mind, right? No, he was fine, his body was at the right temperature, his eyes were fixed on me and his lips...I felt my breath fail as Callisto pulled me closer."Don’t blame me after..." he muttered as he kissed me again.I knew what that meant.'Don’t blame me, don’t treat me like you’re just here for it'.It was a fair trade.I slid my fingers down the back of his neck and intertwined his hair pulling them and forcing him to stare at me."Don’t treat me like a street whore and I won’t blame you" I said feeling my voice much rougher than it normally was, but Calisto smiled, he just smiled and his eyes shone with some satisfaction."As you wish... dear" purred and his hands hurried over my body, he strummed each of my curves, kissed my neck, my breasts and when we finally got rid of the clothes, I felt his body glued to mine again.I felt his fangs thrus
The Great Black King Chapter • 47
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅• ♱It had a garden, a beautiful garden and full of violet flowers. Someone smiled as they threw their colored hair back."Not so bad, I told you" the owner of the colored hair and brown eyes spoke - her voice was loud, calm and somehow cozy.Who was she? I couldn’t remember, but I knew it couldn’t be real.If it were, there would be pain, screams... betrayals.Yes.That always surrounded me."What was it?" she asked me as if the way I looked at her made no sense."Beautiful..." I thought and without realizing it, I had already spoken."What is it?"I swallowed hard, she’d hate me if I told her it was her? No... it was just a dream, right? It was one of my only dreams. One of those that was rare and almost non-existent."V-vo... you."The brown eyes stared at me."Me?"For some reason she seemed incredulous. Didn’t they tell you that every day? Her beauty was as obvious as sunlight.The colored hair and fall into wide curls, the golden brown eyes and the
The Great Black King Chapter • 48
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱Our feet had barely touched the floor of Lucifer’s palace and Azrael was already coming to us."Majesty!" He seemed concerned and it made me question whether Azrael was a good actor or just dumb enough to put his God above all else.Well, in the end it wasn’t like it was really relevant or important. A traitor was still a traitor and Azrael was clearly one."I just learned about the incident in the village," he said as a worried commander and friend and my eyes shot him."Just now?" My lips bowed briefly, "You’re very uninformed, aren’t you, Azrael?"The fallen looked at me, the face serious, impassive."I don’t know what you mean, Miss Asra.""Do 15 hours since the incident in the village, 15 hours and was only informed now?"My words were sharp because I knew I needed them.You had to be sharp if you wanted to trap him, force him to tell the truth."In case you don’t know, I am the commander of the King’s forces and that means I have work to do in addition to tak
The Great Black King Chapter • 49
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱I looked in the mirror before going, that was the most "common" sweater in Asra’s closet; at knee level, the only piece that was not transparent.The fit was perfect - but that wasn’t new, I considered it impossible that something didn’t look good on Asra’s body, but that particular sweater made her almost 'adorable'.I sighed.I still had a lot of exposed skin, but nothing I couldn’t solve, so I pulled out a little shawl I had there - a pretty shawl with embroidered golden flowers everywhere. That was the most delicate embroidery I’d ever seen.I wrapped myself in the scarf and finished braiding my hair, a fallen braid and half loose to the side.When I got to Loren’s room, Calisto was already there, lying on the bed next to the child; he had a dark leather book in his hands."Asra" the little one called me "you came! I said daddy!"I raised one of my eyebrows."Your father said I wouldn’t come?"Calisto opened his mouth, but thought better and then smiled."Just
The Great Black King Chapter • 50
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Calisto ⋅• ♱When I awoke, Asra still slept beside Loren and for a moment I wished to remain there, only to allow myself to stay; just to lie there looking at the two while waiting for one of them to awaken, but I realized I could not.He could not because a village that had the attention of the king was invaded again, he could not because there were angels in the territory of Lucifer and for a moment I thanked her for not being there.Lucifer didn’t deserve what they were doing to his home. She didn’t deserve what they did to her and what they were trying to tarnish her name - she was, like Quinn, someone who truly cared about those damn mortals.It was cruel.Really cruel.Her father, her creator - had thrown her away by supporting her sister, had plucked her wings as the last act of cowardice and thrown all her brothers against her.Lucifer was condemned to save Loren, to bring me Quinn’s last memory.I felt my chest tighten.She didn’t deserve it and all I c
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♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Azrael ⋅• ♱I watched her without realizing it, watched until the sun was setting and the barrier surrounding Samael’s plan was thinner, until the rune fragment she sent me was strong enough to enter."Don’t be an idiot," I remembered as my wings throbbed, "there’s no room for kindness, not after all you’ve done, don’t be such a hypocrite".I swallowed hard and a smile easily appeared on my lips when I crossed. It was like a fog touching my skin, a comfortable cold, a feeling I had missed even without realizing it.What the hell was I thinking? What was going on with me?I closed my eyes tightly, but my wings just beat, just took me there, to that breathless breath and that smile that could be felt in her voice when she called me."Azrael!" His arms wrapped around my neck and... had they always been so warm?"I thought you couldn’t come..." whispered her face down to my neck, I could feel her lips arched into a smile "okay? Did you get hurt getting past the barri
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♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Azrael ⋅• ♱The child began to be able to move gradually, in a way that was still a little time consuming and different from his usual, from the child who ran around and insisted so much to have his little body in that garden.His speech had returned too, his voice was less guttural, more understandable and a smile that was not painful could be seen, one that was not put on that face just because of the melancholy of Callisto."Look! You can move your arms better now" the quartz eyes were flickering as you said that as something equivalent to Loren’s first steps, as if that was some kind of novelty that should be celebrated with various gifts and a party "how is your breathing? Something still burns?" tried to caress that small face as if it was something that would break by any slip on his part.Loren was now like a valuable piece of porcelain, one that could not risk being damaged after being restored."I’m fine, Dad..." the child’s voice was still low when to
The Great Black King Chapter • 148
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅• ♱"I like stars," he said while playing with a pearl between my fingers "I like how they look, how they’re bright and beautiful. I like purple, I like how the sun in this world is red, even though here where Samael lives he looks different."Keir smiled, his hands still playing by my hair."What else?" asked me with her face resting on my thighs."I like salty foods, slightly spicy, bittersweet and especially the dessert that the boss of the mansion always makes." The one that looks like jelly with syrup."Pudding? ' She asked me smiling from the corner and I nodded."That’s right, pudding.""Um, um, uh...""I also like pretty dresses, braided hair, flat shoes, delicate swords..." I continued to list "I like hardcover books and slow songs.""And old scrolls? You live surrounded by them" Keir joked, his lips arched in a mischievous smile that made my heart beat."Silly" I hit with my fingertips on his nose."I know, I know" gave up "continue... what els
The Great Black King Chapter • 147
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Quinn ⋅• ♱His arms wrapped around my body and then everything seemed to be fine.I no longer felt the blood, nor the weight of the souls that I plucked, that I hurt."Everything will be fine" he repeated as a melodic song and if it was Calisto who told me those things... I naturally believed."How can you not like it here?" I asked as I stared at that landscape, the sky, the grass that resembled a red foliage. The stars that always shone in the sky almost always cloudy.Calisto snorted."I don’t know..." he said sincerely "maybe... I just can’t see the beauty of hell when I didn’t have you by my side."A twinge struck my chest, a twinge of happiness and hope."Fool" I mocked wrapping my arms around his neck.I loved that being.He loved his color-changing eyes, loved his foolish way of thinking that the world was more beautiful outside of hell. He loved the way the rebellious waves of black hair he had struggled to unravel around his delicate face.I loved the
The Great Black King Chapter • 146
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Calisto ⋅• ♱I could not sleep.My eyes weighed and weighed, but I could not sleep - because there, in my arms -, there was a fragile being who did not seem able to open his eyes again.Whenever everything was cloudy and sleep pulled me down, I saw myself awakening in fright and looking at him.Checking.Checking to see if he was still alive, if he was still breathing.It was every day, every second - more complicated to watch, to watch."You should rest," Azrael told me one night, his eyes sharply in pain as he stared at the child, my child."How?" I heard myself ask, Loren’s sleeping face was so pale I had to put my fingers close to her nostrils to make sure he was still alive."Samael is good" he said hoping to console me, but it didn’t work.How would it work?"Then why haven’t we heard from you?" I practically growled, my hands closed in fists, tears burning in my eyes "I sent letters and more letters... I... I did everything I could... I DEMANDED answers a
The Great Black King Chapter • 145
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Asmodeus ⋅• ♱"Asmodeus is a great...""This time it’s going to work," I said ignoring the voice of that damn demon in my earring as I focused on that crystal, that crystal I was able to form from Quinn’s blood."You’ve been repeating this since...""Shut up" growled tearing the earring from my ear and throwing it at the wall.I wasn’t in the mood to be careful about whether or not I could hurt him or even break his prison.I was just tired.I wanted to see her."It needs to work" I muttered as I imbued more and more magic in that little crystal "work, work..." I kept repeating, as if somehow that was a stupid mantra - strong enough to make everything work; but nothing could be easy when it was for me, right?Nothing worked as it should.I bit my mouth hard, the fangs thrust into my lip until a sliver of blood came down my chin.I couldn’t see her, I couldn’t be with her or protect her. I couldn’t go to her even though time was passing and yet, the least I was a
The Great Black King Chapter • 144
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Loren ⋅• ♱My eyes weighed, my belly looked strange and at times it was like floating in my own body.I could feel my father’s affection as he tried to talk and distract me, but now even opening his mouth was a complicated task."It’s going to be okay" he repeated and at that point I already knew he was saying it more to himself than to me."I know" I wanted to answer while smiling, but my mouth did not move, in fact, opening my eyes was already a gigantic effort, so I was content to grunt and hold her hand.It wasn’t a squeeze, I couldn’t even call it anything but touch. A soft, almost nonexistent touch that my father should be questioning if it was real.He was sad, wasn’t he? Abbadon should also be, but after I started sleeping more than 17 hours a day, she was no longer there, just Dad.A version of Dad who stared at me with a red face from crying."Do you want to hear a story?" He asked me with a broken voice and I forced myself to smile, forced my face to
The Great Black King Chapter • 143
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Samael ⋅• ♱I blinked."What was it?" she asked me as she sat in the armchair and the red-eyed duchess stared at me with an raised eyebrow."I did not expect... the two" I spoke sincerely, after all the agreement I had made with Elaine was already a clear way to make the duchess calmer with all that; even so, the sharp gaze of Asra shot me as if my mere mention of her being there was an offense. Maybe it was the result of years on the battlefield, but I knew when I wasn’t able to win a war, so I sighed winning "but since you’re here..." I muttered indicating with one hand to the armchairs - sit down."Where will you start?" Asra questioned, the red hair falling with perfectly braided waves on her back, the sharp eyes staring at me and looking for any sign of flickering in my attitudes or decisions."I’ve been thinking about tears..." I said remembering Quinn, the way he had acted.Since that day, the bastard did not even give me a mere sign of life and Callisto’
The Great Black King Chapter • 142
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅• ♱Samael did as he said he would, but from the day we arrived at the camellia mansion - a name given by Keir, since the garden was full of camellias -, I did not even see the slightest sign of the priest’s existence, but now, when morning came by the door of our house.The huge smile on his face made me question my own sanity as he said - what was sweet? If you keep looking at me like that, I’m gonna think you don’t like my presence.I opened my mouth to confirm that assumption, but I chose not to."Just... I thought it was too early for you to be here," I lied and apparently that wasn’t one of my best lies, as he just smiled as he drank his tea."Early? We have a lot to study, especially if we want the child to experience one of my theses before dying."I swallowed it hard."Is he... very ill?"Samael laughed quietly."Does it really matter to you?"'No' I realized as I pressed the skirt of my dress between my fingers.My concern for Loren... was mini
