Chapter 118

[1750 B.C.]Asmodeus's POV

I had achieved something very fun that night, fun enough to make me think that everything was worth it.

"What’s your theory?" Belial questioned me and I could see him leaning against the walls of his prison - home -, as he thought.

"He wants something from that child."

"Child? She seemed like an adult who knew what she was doing."

"It can’t be 500 years old" I said gesturing with one hand as if I was pulling away a smoke in front of me "a child."

He snitched.

"Of course, of course... I pity YOUR child."

I raised one of my eyebrows.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked and I could hear that audacious demon, laughing low as he tried to break.

"Nothing, my lord" he lied shamelessly and for a moment I was about to question him, but something even better came up in front of me.

"What did you say?" Asra’s voice was like a deadly dagger that could be heard even by those who were far away, near the do