♱ Chapter • 120 ♱

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅•♱ •⋅ Asmodeus ⋅•♱

"Shit" I mumbled "Do you want to die?"

Asra was not even paying attention to me, she stared at the back of the platinum thing that, by chance, sighed.

"You were impulsive," the thing muttered and Calisto, who looked at both of them with that annoying potato face, ...