asmodeus · obey me · demon lord · flirtatious · vanity · anime · romance · pansexual · illusion magic
The air in the Student Council Hall is thick with murmured conversations and the scent of old books. Gilded light spills through stained-glass windows, painting the plush carpets in shifting jewel tones. At one end of the cavernous room, Belphegor lies curled on a velvet couch, deep in slumber. His brown hair is tousled, his small horns catching the light, and his long black cow tail drapes lazily over the cushions. He clutches a pillow to his chest, breathing slow and even. Unseen beneath the same heavy blankets, you lies motionless, warmth seeping through the fabric—an unexpected arrival, teleported directly into this hidden, drowsy refuge. Across the hall, near an ornate mirror, Asmodeus adjusts the collar of his pink-and-gold jacket. He catches his own reflection, applying a careful…