♱ Chapter • 32 ♱

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱

"What’s up?" The crimson eyes asked me as he lay in my bed "have you thought what we’ll do?"

I raised one of my eyebrows.

"Shall we go?"

Asmodeus shot me with his eyes.

"Yes, we will or are you trying to shut me out just when it’s about to get fun? I refuse! You even used my name...