Chapter 56

[1750 B.C.]Asmodeus's POV

"Since when do you care about children?"

Asra stared at me with a raised eyebrow, it was almost as if she was unable to understand me.

"And since when does that bother you so much?"

"She’s on Azrael’s side!" I said trying to argue, but she snitched.

"I don’t want to talk about it, enough..." she murmured with one hand over her face and I took her face.

"She looks angry" the little demon in my earring muttered.

"Asra!" I called her "you can’t pretend that nothing happened and that you’re not committing madness!"

Nothing good would come from that angelic thing around her.

Nada.

How many times had I witnessed the death of that crimson-haired being?

For a moment the memory of someone with equally wavy hair and the same color came to mind. To see that thing in front of me die again and again at the hands of Callisto because of that thing, that thing they call a saint, she tortures.

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