♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅• ♱Two beats later Asra’s voice could be heard."Come in," she said loud enough that I could understand."In the way?" I asked as I opened the door and put a part of my face to spy.The red eyes stared at me and a smile soon sprouted on his lips painted with a reddish hue, reminiscent of the color of the cherries we had seen on one of our walks."You never get in my way" she said and with a simple gesture with her hands, a chair was pulled to her side "come, sit, what brought you here?"I controlled myself so as not to jump towards him and sat on the chair crossing my legs, one over the other."Um... I... I was thinking about the dance" I said as I looked at my own feet."Oh! Did you choose what to wear?" Her eyes shone with expectation and I realized that this was the first time they expected something like this from me. They expected... that I would make a decision - not that I would act specifically and that simple detail made me smile."Actually..."

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅• ♱"You’re the only person who doesn’t need excuses" she had said and for some reason I couldn’t forget those words.It was silly and I knew it - but somehow I just wanted to stay there.I sighed leaning back against the wooden door and placing the various books I had picked up in Asra’s library - on my bedside table."Shall I prepare your bath, miss? I could have helped you with the books..." Cali spoke and I sighed again."It’s all right, Asra brought them with me to my door."Cali looked at me and even if she did not speak, she had that question on her face: why didn’t she come in?I threw myself into my bed and sank my face into the pillow."Asra is... busy" I grumbled even though I was being selfish."Oh! I see... the ball seems to be taking a lot of the duchess’s time."I settled."Too long! I feel she barely has time for me!" I spoke and as quickly as those words had come out of my lips - I felt my face blush.What the hell was I talking about? H

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Calisto ⋅• ♱It was late autumn, the cold air was blowing in my face and a part of me wanted to die.Why was that station so damn time-consuming?I sighed and saw the smoke form as soon as the air left my lips.I hated autumn, was as sure of it as I was sure that the throne I had fled from - would still be intact when I returned.Even as I walked through the mortal lands with nothing but an ordinary sword and average clothes - I was able to get rid of Mammon’s voice in my mind."Lord! Come home! Your father can no longer handle so much stress," he said as if that old man deserved the drop of my concern.I ignored.Just as I had ignored when Belchior went up to try to convince me - or when Beelzebub came to visit me and simply seemed to have been forced to do so in order to convince me (which he did not intend to do)."Why should I?" He mocked "have you ever seen that mountain of papers on your father’s desk? That is his inheritance" he said in jest and mockery,

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅• ♱Old tales, there were so many and last week all I did was read them.The mortal tales were silly in a way - like a helpless princess, who was trapped in a tower by an evil witch, another who had been poisoned, and finally the one who was cursed to sleep soundly.All the stories ended the same way: the princesses were saved by their enchanted princes, but although they were supposed to be "cute" I could only get angry.Prince charming? Any idiot who comes to think something like this might exist has certainly never had to deal with a real prince in his entire life.Arrogant, selfish, a child who grew up to see the world in a unique way.A prince could even be a human being, but he was also someone who would soon become king and as such, would have responsibilities. Too many responsibilities to waste time being kind and human.I snitched.It was annoying for mortals to see these tales as anything but bullshit, but... was it so different from the other

♱ •⋅ 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