†𝑜 𝐻𝐸𝐿𝐿

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            ⠀⠀ it came to note that while giang was unnatural , his ability enhanced by the blood of angels that had been fed through him in wires and the consecrated bones that had been grafted into his person , he did not have the ability to detect the presence of the supernatural more than any normal person with enhanced hearing might . 
            
            ⠀⠀ so he feels the man looking at him from above , but only realizes that he's looking at a demon when he sees the wings that ruffle under the brisk night air and make water thrum against its heavy structure . he frowns , limpid grey eyes narrowing as the demon makes his way over . if giang was worried , he'd put out his cigarette and stand up for a change . but no demon would make their presence known like this if they were looking to kill him . 
            
            ⠀⠀ giang stood as the demon approached , eyes flitting to the sides to ensure that he would have enough room to move if the situation got hostile , and met the creature's eyes . he took a slow drag and turned his head to the side , politely blowing smoke , " good , /night/ . " he corrected , expression flat and unyeilding . 
            
            ⠀⠀ there was still obvious assessment in those cold grey eyes as giang sized up the demon , and took into account his own wares . he had his blades , and he could call on his holy whip if needed -- but his shoulder ached from the fight . and he'd need to someone to heal it before he got into a proper altercation . and anyway , The Order had sent him on a mission to kill the creature at his feet , not to bring back a demon . 
            
            ⠀⠀ " something to tell me ? " he asked , clipped , " or are you one of those who likes to peddle shït in their free time now that they've been kicked out of home ? "
            
            
            ¹ ⠀⠀ @infernuko

 *| @ST4RFUCKERSlNC |* 
            
                Asmodeus watched from afar as the fight unfolded. He had seen the beast suffer, fall under the claws of the soldier. However, he had felt no sorrow for the creature. Pawns fell every day, wars among mortals were inevitable. 
            
                 The gates of hell would take the soul of the creature back. Perhaps, it would have a rest down there. Thinking about taking a rest seemed appealing to the immortal demon; too bad it was impossible. Biting on his lip harshly, he stepped forward, feet kissing the edge of the roof. He wasn't one to intervene in casual matters, but he found himself to be genuinely bored. 
            
                 With a jump, he plummeted towards the asphalt. He wore no disguise —he did not bother to appear mortal to this one soldier—. Short blonde hair flattened with the rain, covering his forehead. Decaying wings hung from his back, blackened feathers making soft noises as the demon moved them. He  sauntered towards the stranger, hands clasped behind his back. 
            
                " Well, good evening", he pronounced, voice deep and playful. Asmodeus, the demon of lust, stood tall, smiling like a fool.   

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             instead , it smelled of menthol and vermouth . a passable concoction until he got back to his pipe back home . 
            ⠀⠀ nonetheless , he’d have to wait until the rain died down . and considering the sudden roar of the skies opening up and pouring — he’d be here for a while . guarding whatever mangled thing The Order had asked him to kíll . 
            
            
            ¹ ⠀⠀ @infernuko

~ @youthruin  
            
            " I'm afraid I cannot burn. I'll gladly listen to said story, though." He winked, not bothered. 

oh my ghoul..   isn’t there an easier way to get up here?

~ @sparkingbolts  
            
                " Precisely. " The demon said, unamused, not even looking at the stranger. 

@Infernuko (( (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)
            
            Her eyes blinked once or twice, her body straightening a bit. Her head turned slightly and looked at him momentarily. She hadn't heard nor seen him approach her, which was very old in her opinion. The only thing having said something was off had been the sudden wave of mint in the air. "I am. I do enjoy watching who thinks they're winning." She said softly turning her head back to the table.
            
            "Gambling isn't exactly my cup of tea so I won't be going in. I assume you might though?" She asked looking back at him, her tongue clicking at the end of her sentence as she leaned against the wall more.

  *| @PCprime | * 
            
                Sharp gaze focused on the young woman, admiring her from the shadows. The air was filled with noises galore, flooding the ears. Asmodeus didn't quite enjoy gambling as much as other sinful activities. However, there was always something to chew on. 
            
                For instance, lust was common in those who won the big prizes —those he followed and those he fed on—. He thought about how easily corrupted could men be. 
            
               Rarely would he see a woman lingering around, watching the games as he was. So, as expected, he was so very interested in the lady's business. Quietly, the demon moved to her side, moving a small breeze that smelt of mint. 
            
                " Having fun? " he whispered to the lady, not looking at her.
            
            //.     That's fine :D I loved it!!

(( sorry this took so long! I met up with a friend after work and got carried away.

  * | @DARKESTMOON- | * 
            
               "You can't expect me to be everywhere at the same time, my boy. I am no God, even if I pretend to be." He shrugged ever so slightly, then moved behind the counter of the pub and brought out a green bottle with a deer drawing on the front. "Ah, so my boy decided to have better morals. Delightful." He gave a sadistic smile, then winked. 
            
                Then, raised the bottle and tilted his head. "This is what youngsters drink nowadays: Jägermeister. I must say... It doesn't disappoint." He poured a couple glasses. No mortal was supposed to drink such a quantity of the liquor, but they didn't have that problem. 
            
               "Leaving the underground makes you appreciate your job better. The wars between mortals keep you entertained," Asmodeus said, bringing the glass to his son and sitting back on the stool. 

“ I           hate           sleeping           around ,           father .           You           would           know           that           if           you           came     and      visit           me           every           so           often .     “ he paused , “      I      prefer           to           find           someone who           will           bend           to           my           every           need . “ 
            
               Anwar huffed , rolling his eyes yet again .. it was like he was a teenager again . He was mad at his dad .. he really was . He was completely absent and never even came to check in on him ! He could have died and he bets that Asmodeus wouldn’t even care . He sat down on the stool , glancing around . He wasn’t even surprised he lived fancy even after all these years . 
            
              “ I           have           been           fine ,           nothing           much           has           happened           in           the           underworld ..            just          the          same           old        boring           place            ,          it’s          why          I          came          .          I          wanted           to           see           the           outside           world           for           myself . “

 * | @DARKESTMOON- | *
            
                " Unlike other demons, I actually care to attend to my duties. I punish the sinful. My boy, if you frequented brothels, you would have noticed me earlier."  He shook his head in disapproval, crossing his arms over his chest. 
            
                "I am but a man in the eyes of mortals. You'd be surprised to know how truly idiotic humans are," he said with humour. A side grin appeared on his sharp features as he surveyed his son with his attentive eyes. 
            
                "What about you, boy? What have you been doing all these decades?" he pulled out a couple of stools and offered his son one of them. They were currently at a private area of a very poshy pub.
            
            //.   Understandable :')) 

" no point to it. the ones who did this have long since been laid in the ground, ao have their children and their offspring there after. " it didn't care for revenge either. it was an act of revenge that got him in this mess to begin with. all for his mortal mother. now, he was left to woned how he will get out of this mess. having been trapped there meant he had no contact with the outside world and much less hell and its politics. his absence definitely caused trouble for many. in any hopes he would never have to go back to sort it out. 
            
            the creature sat up a little straighter, even if it tugged on his chains it seemed to at least want to display some manners. some respect even. even if his current form was more of an insult. not an inch of his back spared from the scars left by the humans. even the burnt cross on his forehead. what a miserable state he was left in.
            
            " I don't suppose you would be willing to set me free or end this endless captivity in some other way? " even if it meant dying now. it is a form of freedom from this place. 

   * | @unhoIysin | *
            
                " You ", he muttered bitterly. His shadowy figure entered the church in quiet steps. It was uncanny for him to feel anger. It was not proper, not true to his character. However, seeing how humans had treated this fellow underground creature pierced a flaming rod through his nerves. 
            
                 Asmodeus appeared in his mortal confinement, with a towering height for being a human body. And still, the creature in front of him was greater and more beautiful in his eyes. 
            
                " Oh poor one", he said, leaning over the demon. "For these ill-mannered humans, we exist. Those we must punish." He placed a hand over the creature's wing. "I can't punish this sin, but I'll make sure to deliver a message to my brethren." 

@DARKESTMOON-
            //.     Oh damn :0000 well that sounds pretty interesting. We could work with that   

     〴    .    it was a gift from someone and all this time , i thought they'd bought us a cheap ass mini laptop but it's actually pretty good .  i was so damn excited and surprised last night .  

          〴       .       guess what ? the atlas 10 tablet i had , with a mini keyboard , it exactly works . it had animation text turned on , so it would leg and it slowed down . but ever since switching it off last night , i've set everything up on it ;D . including my  main social apps . so , i'll be using that instead . 

       〴     .       gm , beautiful .