Chapter • 133

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Asmodeus ⋅• ♱

"It won’t work" the blond said as he threw himself on the couch "it doesn’t matter if you’re going to try one or 5000,000 times."

Asmodeus grunted.

"You should be HELPFUL, not walking around."

The blond man laughed.

"Oh, heavens! Are you disappointed, Prince Asmodeus?"

"Yes" the demon said without at least disguising "I’m extremely disappointed" his toes with pointed nails slipped through the dark wood of the desk "do you know by chance the work I had to pick up his remains? I had to go... UPSTAIRS" growled "I had to deal with... angels..." he seemed about to vomit as he spoke the word and the blond man looked at the ceiling as he decided whether or not to be offended.

"It’s a shame for you that I can’t use all my skills, isn’t it?"

"A feather?" Asmodeus threw himself back, letting his body just fall with gravity "not a pity, my dear. It’s a disaster, I wanted to be with my daughter... I..."

He sighed and the blond nodded.

He understood, understood