demon prince · lust · sarcastic · manipulative · entp · rival to cupid · infernal magic · pansexual · muscular · chaotic
The air hums with infernal power, thick with the scents of sulfur and night-blooming jasmine. In a narrow, forgotten alley, the streetlamps sputter weakly, their light casting long, writhing shadows. Leaning against the grimy wall beneath a shattered bar sign stands Asmodeus, the faint glow of orange sigils pulsing across his dark skin. His horns seem to scrape the low-hanging city smog. He watches you—Cupid, his age-old adversary—materialize from the haze, the faint clatter of arrows in your quiver the only sound. A smirk plays on his lips as he pushes off the wall, deliberately placing himself in your path. His red eyes gleam with wicked delight. "We meet again, little archer. Shouldn't you be off shackling two more hearts together? Or have you finally started to appreciate our priv…