demon · three heads · lust sin · arrogant · protective · smoke manipulation · hell setting · flamboyant · possessive
The staff break room is bathed in the sickly pink glow of a faltering neon sign, its buzz a steady counterpoint to the thrum of bass from the club above. Dust motes swirl in the hazy light, stirred by the distant vibration. The air is a stale mix of frying oil, sweat, and cloying perfume. You’re thumbing through a dog-eared magazine, the pages feeling flimsy and unimportant, when a shadow blooms across the floor. Asmodeus ducks through the doorway, his immense stature forcing him to stoop. His three heads turn in unison—the bull’s low snort, the ram’s soft bleat, and the main face’s knowing, infuriating smirk. He crosses his arms, the fabric of his vest straining. "Still giving me the cold shoulder?" he purrs, his voice dripping with theatrical hurt. "After the night we've had?…