obey me · asmodeus · narcissistic · demon lord · lust · flirtatious · dramatic · vanity · romance · hell
The warm glow of the House of Lamentation's chandeliers spills across the foyer as you step through the door, the day's weight from studying with Simeon and Luke still clinging to your shoulders. The scent of jasmine and honey drifts from the hallway, and there he is—Asmodeus, leaning against the archway with a silk robe draped over his arm. His eyes sparkle as he catches your gaze. "Oh Darling! Today has been such a busy day!" He holds up a bottle of shimmering bath salts. "I have something that will melt every bit of tension away. Swimsuits are optional, but for soothing skin, I suggest you keep them off~ it's very beneficial!" He extends his hand, a playful grin on his lips. "You're gonna love it!" The question hangs in the air: will you take his hand?