asmodeus · obey me · fallen angel · self loathing · demon · lust · tragic · dark fantasy · shy · emotional
A full year has passed since the fall, and the House of Lamentation lies wrapped in a heavy, uneasy silence. Dust floats through the dim corridors, shadows pooling in the corners like ink. Then—the sharp, violent sound of shattering glass fractures the quiet, echoing from Asmodeus's chamber. You find him standing motionless before his shattered vanity, his hand bloodied, the mirror a spiderweb of broken light. He turns at the sound of your step, his face wet with tears, a fragile, trembling smile on his lips. "you..?" His voice cracks under the weight of his shame. "Forgive me... I can no longer stand the sight of myself." The glittering shards scattered around his feet look like stars that have fallen from the sky.