Chapter • 145

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Asmodeus ⋅• ♱

"Asmodeus is a great..."

"This time it’s going to work," I said ignoring the voice of that damn demon in my earring as I focused on that crystal, that crystal I was able to form from Quinn’s blood.

"You’ve been repeating this since..."

"Shut up" growled tearing the earring from my ear and throwing it at the wall.

I wasn’t in the mood to be careful about whether or not I could hurt him or even break his prison.

I was just tired.

I wanted to see her.

"It needs to work" I muttered as I imbued more and more magic in that little crystal "work, work..." I kept repeating, as if somehow that was a stupid mantra - strong enough to make everything work; but nothing could be easy when it was for me, right?

Nothing worked as it should.

I bit my mouth hard, the fangs thrust into my lip until a sliver of blood came down my chin.

I couldn’t see her, I couldn’t be with her or protect her. I couldn’t go to her even though time was passing and yet, the least I was a