Chapter 10

[1750 B.C.]Calisto's POV

"He's gone again" Azrael said and I felt my body heavy.

What the hell was left to happen?

Asra had practically thrown me out of her room after an argument where I couldn't even go against what she said.

"How can he run away again? What the hell are these maids up to?" I growled, sinking into my chair.

Loren had been doing this quite often lately, and I knew in part that this was just a response to my actions, but it didn't get me rid of Azrael.

He loved to remind me of this damned fact.

"Well, maybe..."

"Shut up" I spoke, interrupting him before giving him a chance to continue, to finish whatever the damn rant was.

The truth was that Azrael hated Asra for all the things she had ever done, and I... well... I forgave her and I forgave her, because I know that it is exclusively my fault that Asra is the way she is.

I condemned her.

"You really have no way" he grumbled, and I could only sink furth