Chapter 45

[1750 B.C.]Asmodeus's POV

I sighed.

It was no fun watching that. Asra was hugging Callisto like a koala and the king looked like an idiot with a smile on his face.

It was ridiculous and frustrating.

"Waste of time" I grumbled and the demon in my earring snorted.

"You wanted to see them suffer?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

"Maybe a little, at least... would be fun, wouldn’t it?"

I didn’t need to see the face of that little serzinho to know that now he wondered if I had any empathy inside me.

Well, the truth was that it depended on the day and my mood.

That day and that particular moment, I didn’t have much left.

"She’s your friend!" he protested and I shrugged.

Part of her was my friend, but why would I tell him that? I’d ruin the fun.

"I’m not telling her to die" I grumbled "just to get hurt or do something fun."

It was unbelievable - he must have been thinking, but the truth was I needed something.