Chapter • 99

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Lúcifer ⋅• ♱

"Go back to bed" Zaniel told me before I could move decently and sighed as I leaned against the window, at least he had not complained that I received some of that afternoon breeze.

"You want me to become a stunted old woman?" I mocked, but I could still feel the hook on my back - where my wings once existed.

"You haven’t recovered yet!" he protested and I ignored him, as I always did.

"I will not recover if I act like an old invalid" I grumbled and leaned my face in one hand "it would be good to walk through the garden..."

"No" he hurried to say and for a moment I remembered perfectly why I did not leave Zaniel by my side.

"Stop treating me like fragile porcelain," I protested.

"Asra is in your palace, she walks beside the saint often, do you really think I will expose you to so much divine energy and even more the presence of the phoenix when you can barely stand?" the fallen was so sharp and persistent that I just sighed giving me up.

He was not