♱ Chapter • 111 ♱

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅•♱ •⋅ Calisto ⋅•♱

My eyes were fixed on Loren.

"What did you think, Dad?" he asked me as he spun on his heels. A complete and perfect spin.

He was so excited about that fantasy that I didn’t even have the courage to say what I thought: it’s identical to the degenerate Asmodeus.

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