Chapter 18

[1750 B.C.]

Callisto was difficult to deal with, but he wasn't like Asra or Elaine used to describe him, he was just like a child who wasn't sure what he wanted or didn't want.

He was probably a lot more childish than Loren and if that was true it wouldn't surprise me one bit.

"What should I do, then?" I questioned with a raised eyebrow "stay in my room and do nothing?"

He opened his mouth, but then closed it.

He knew I was right.

If it were up to him, that would be all I could do.

"Not that... I..." he sighed and leaned back against the wall, "I just don't want you to get hurt.

That pissed me off.

"I'm not made of porcelain, Callisto" I growled and without noticing my eyes became bright, expanding my powers. For a moment it looked as if he was surprised.

"Sorry" I heard him murmur softly "if you really want to do something to help Lucifer..."

I denied with my head.

"I don't want to help, I want to give back. I