All Chapters of The Great Black King: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Calisto ⋅• ♱Loren stared at me for hours as if that alone would make me admit something I hadn’t done -, but when I finally fell asleep, I slipped my fingers across her face and found myself humming a song I long thought I’d forgotten.My eyes looked for a smiling face near the windows, but... it wasn’t there.It had been many years since I had been there and I could not conform because that smile had never been seen by my son’s bicolor eyes."I wish you were here," I heard myself say as I sank my face into the pillow next to Loren.How long has it been since I had a good night’s sleep?Quinn’s gentle smile came to mind; right... it had been that night.In the one where the moon was bluish and she hummed in our bedroom window with her hands over her belly that had not even begun to grow."What are you doing?" I asked and she stared at me with a huge smile."I’m singing... and I’m letting our little sun see the beautiful empire he will rule."Her response was qu

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅• ♱"Stay..." I asked even though I knew she probably wouldn’t be, but to my surprise, Asra stayed.She lay on the bed and when I realized, her fingers slipped through my hair and that touch calmed me like nothing had ever calmed me before.My face sank into Asra’s neck before I knew it and when her floral scent invaded my nostrils, it was as if I could feel at home - like in those flowery fields or in the garden.Not the garden of Eden, not in those nightmares with Michael, but... in that garden where the colored-haired girl always found me. I could almost feel the warmth of the sun touching my skin.There... I simply fell asleep, finally realizing how heavy and sleepy my body really was; but how could I have a sense of something like this when commonly the body could not even be considered mine.That night I had nothing left but rest, a deep sleep, bathed in the perfume of the duchess who in so many lives had tried to kill me.It was ironic, right? It

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱I took a deep breath and when I realized I was remembering that night again."Asra" Asmodeus practically shouted my name, which made me come back to me amid a jolt."What is it?""What the fuck are you thinking? Didn’t you hear me?"Grunhi.If I admitted that I had not heard anything he had told me - I would be fucked, very, very fucked, completely fucked and hostage to an endless drama coming straight from the prince of the ninth territory."I give up on you" he grumbled pulling my glass of wine to himself and snorting while practically turning it all at once "I should be home! You should be in the middle of my harem, but no, I’m here solving political problems that you created!"I sighed."What do you want? A thank you?""It would be a great way to start" he grumbled and pulling the liter of wine for himself, served all the rest of the content in the cup "I’m here working, having my reputation destroyed and all that for what? Am? You don’t even thank me!""Oh hea

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Calisto ⋅• ♱"Lucifer woke up" Zaniel spoke as soon as he entered my office and both Azrael and I stared at him at the same time."Did Lucifer really wake up?""Are you for real?"We spoke almost in unison and the fallen with crimson hair nodded."A letter has just arrived from the palace of the black tower, Princess Lucifer has awakened."I sighed, feeling relieved for the first time since I stepped foot in this damn territory."Finally..." Azrael said sinking on the couch "I hate all these flowers and there are flowers everywhere!"I snitched.Yes, Lucifer liked flowers. He likes it so much that all his territory was full of them and in all the houses he could see even on their roofs and in the streets.Loren had loved it all, but looking at Azrael’s side - who was allergic to pollen -, it felt like real hell."We’re finally going home!" he said looking too happy, so happy that I almost felt guilty about destroying his happiness."We can’t go back... yet..." I

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Azrael ⋅• ♱Kill Asra.That was the idiotic order Miguel had given me this time.I threw myself on the library couch and I could feel each of my muscles hurt.It was impossible to do this without being discovered - especially when Callisto had suddenly become so attentive to the damn concubine."What are you thinking? " Zaniel’s voice caught me by surprise and lifted my tired eyes to the fallen.Unlike me, Zaniel was someone trustworthy, one of my many brothers who fell for hating our father after what he did to Quinn and Lucifer.Zaniel was one of many who deserved Callisto’s trust and perhaps... - my thought was interrupted by my back that throbbed where my wings had once existed.Who cares about maybe?"That I’ll probably be dead as soon as we get back to the castle and the black tower," I spoke sincerely and saw the crimson-haired man smile."When did you become so exaggerated, Azrael?"I snitched."It’s not exaggeration... is it true, have you ever seen all