Chapter 63

[1750 B.C.]

"I had a bad, long nightmare..." she said and when I realized it, she was staring at that pale face that smiled as if it was an obligation - as if smiling was necessary; I knew that smile well.

The smile of: they won’t like me if I cause trouble.

My chest tightened -, how could I say no to her?

I held her hand, pale and cold and sighed deeply.

Wasn’t Elaine disgusted by that vision? The horns? The wings? I still remembered the way she cried cowering in the corner of the room when she first saw Callisto in her demonic form, so... what was wrong?

The bluish eyes met mine, but in the place of deep terror and a frightened expression, she approached and her fingers gently touched my face.

She wasn’t afraid, it was almost like... she liked what she saw.

"Doesn’t it frighten you... even a little?" I found myself asking once again and the chapped lips, which now took a little color, arched.

"No... and... her eyes look beautif