♱ 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 more than anyone else, so his hand stopped on his chest.

"You will find her, Asmodeus" he said in a sweet tone 'I know it will."

The ruby-eyed demon grunted as he threw his head to the side.

"Am I going? And if..." he sighed "no... much time has passed, it is no longer one and if, she does not really remember me anymore" her voice was now a murmur, a murmur squeezed by the tears that were falling.

Asmodeus was very sorry.

He regretted having stepped in that place, felt he needed something to "pass the time".

It was only 3 weeks. 3 weeks and he would have his child at home. 3 weeks and could take care of his little sun, but... now? Now it was no more 3 weeks, no, had passed MILLENNIA and he could not escape that fucking plan.

"I’m weak" the blonde who was still lying on the couch muttered "so I can’t do much other than... well, tell you to wait."

"Yes you can" Asmodeus snorted "can go to YOUR child.

The blonde laughed, a low, controlled laugh."

"Are you feeling jealous?" He asked mockingly, but even if it was a way to annoy the demon, the blond man with blue eyes pitied Asmodeus’s pain "I lost too much, did you know?"

"Lost?" Asmodeus' voice was frayed, but the mockery was still obvious "do you really think you can fool me, dear?

The blue eyes swerved to the ceiling."

"I know," the prince said with disdain "I know he hid part of his soul in the child."

Ah!

"You really were selfish," he grumbled.

"I always am" the blonde admitted "I... couldn’t bear the thought of him never seeing me... of never..."

"You gave your life for him" Asmodeus murmured "I think somehow crooked..." he stood up, ruby eyes searched for the creature and upon finding the blonde’s gaze, Asmodeus smiled "you and him... were like a version of someone I loved, whom I loved deeply."

"And?"

He shrugged his shoulders.

"At least here... you’ll have a happy ending."

The blue-eyed being sighed.

"A happy ending?"

"Yes."

"I dreamed of one" the being admitted "I dreamed of a happy ending, one where I would be on the throne, next to Callisto" his eyes went through that office as if looking there for a lost piece of his past "one where Loren would grow up with a garden where he could play, where he would have uncles who would spoil him so much that it would become complicated for me and for Callisto to educate him decently."

The blue eyes faltered.

"I dreamed of this happy ending, I dreamed so much that I forgot how the world really works."

There was too much bitterness in the blonde’s voice.

Asmodeus sighed.

"And don’t you think this happy ending can finally happen?"

The blond one laughed.

"Asmodeus, let’s face it... Calisto didn’t even notice my presence" he said as he stretched out on the couch "he was focused on not losing Asra, not fucking everything up and yet..."

"Frankly, Quinn" was the demon’s turn to grumble "don’t start, you don’t."

"What is it?"

"Your husband doesn’t love Asra, he’s an idiot who never got over his fucking death."

The ancient angel of God faced the prince of the ninth territory.

"But..."

"But? By my holy winged cock" the prince threw himself back again "I’m not getting paid for the amount of dumb people I have to deal with."

The demon’s fingers snapped in the air and the fireplace that had gone out, lit.

"Let’s go for parts..." he said as he drew with his finger in the air and magically, letters and shapes appeared on the ceiling, right in front of Quinn’s "Calisto, the real idiot - fell madly in love with a chipped angel and completely dodo head."

"Hey!" Quinn protested.

"What? Only being too fucked up in the head to fall in love with that thing" Asmodeus argued and before Quinn had a chance to open his mouth to contest, did he continue "from that love came world peace between heaven and hell? NO! Came the first fall of the angels and also the birth of a little aberration that scared the shit out of him who proclaimed himself God at some point in existence in VARIOUS realities."

Very elaborate stick figures danced and moved from one side to the other as actors in Neon with horns, halos and beard to symbolize each of the mentioned characters.

"The chipped little angel who made the bad life choice of falling in love with the real fuck, died of stupidity and the little freak almost went along "a little stick doll appeared, one that had a horn on one side of the head and half halo on the other"but the real fucker managed to save the Mirim aberration and thanks to that, he clung to the creature that helped him with garrinhas and fangs "a very poorly drawn fire bird appeared in the corner, spitting fire"the creature that also had no neurons, used the real fuck as a consolation and the real fuck used the creature as a steppe. In the end, everyone is dumb and continues to get hurt for free, and the poor, wonderful and perfect dragon prince, who was dragged into all this madness for not measuring his travel route very well, is stuck in this whoring with a bunch of retarded that serves neither lover. End.

Quinn sighed and his eyes settled on Asmodeus.

"Get it?" the demon questioned "your idiot husband still loves you. He is desperate to cling to Asra, because he cannot bear the pain of her death."

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