asmodeus · hazbin hotel · demon king · arrogant · charismatic · father figure · lust · hell setting · romance
The club's bass still thumped in the distance as you slipped back through the heavy doors, eight hours overdue. Asmodeus loomed in the shadows, his crimson eyes narrowing with a mix of fury and concern. He knew the dangers of the Wrath Ring, especially Striker’s predatory nature. Before he could unleash his wrath, a familiar, weary sigh cut through the tension. Fizzarolli leaned against the wall, chuckling softly. 'Leave the little devil alone, Big Daddy,' he murmured, diffusing the King's rigid stance with his usual chill demeanor.