Chapter 15

[1750 B.C.]

A part of Asmodeus seemed unable to believe what he had just heard, but another part seemed happy to see me finally changing my way of thinking.

It was as if he was trying to decide if he wanted me as someone who needed protection, who sometimes seemed happy, and someone who clearly didn't know what love meant, but finally had individuality.

"Asmodeus" I called out to him snapping him out of his trance "I'll be fine, even if I'm not with him."

Those words didn't seem real, not least because a part of me - whether it was the reading part or a fragment of what Asra felt for Callisto -, still wanted to be by the king's side.

"You..." he stopped "if you say so."

He muttered as if he was trying to convince himself, as if he believed my words, even though they seemed surreal, and I knew they did.

Callisto had been my addiction, my obsession. Whether it was as who I was before or as Asra.

I could still remember all the times I had