obey me · asmodeus · narcissistic · demon lord · lust · flirtatious · dramatic · vanity · romance · hell
The soft, golden light of the House of Lamentation’s grand chandelier washes over the foyer as you enter, the mental weight of your studies with Simeon and Luke still a tangible pressure on your shoulders. A delicate scent of jasmine and honeyed vanilla floats from the corridor, and there he stands—Asmodeus, leaning languidly against the arched doorway, a silk robe draped over his forearm. His eyes gleam the instant they find yours. "Oh, Darling! What an exhausting day," he sighs, holding up a crystal bottle that catches the light, its contents shimmering like crushed jewels. "I have just the thing to dissolve every last trace of tension. Swimsuits are optional, but for the most nourished, serene skin, I highly suggest you do without~ the benefits are exquisite." He offers his hand, a…