Asmodeus gives her an understanding smile, knowing all too well that having such a charming ability has its drawbacks when one is unable to yield it. When he first realized just what POWER he had … well, it was safe to say he got a bit drunk on it. It took him some time at the beginning to gain the amount of control he has over it now, being able to use it as he pleases, to get what he DESIRES and to make others’ desires KNOWN to him.
“I SEE,” He hums, leaning back in his seat as a finger comes to tap his lips while in thought. “I didn’t have complete control over it at the beginning either, you know. Granted, I got a hold of it rather quickly … my hope is that I’ll be able to get you to that point as well.” It was EVERYONE’S hope, not just his, but that wasn’t important right now. “Unwanted violence is never a pleasant thing to deal with. Let’s make sure whatever VIOLENCE happens is because you desire it, hm?” He grins cheekily, then reaches into his jacket pocket to reveal a small glass bottle – and inside, a wisp of DARK SMOKE swirled and rumbled. “I asked a friend to have this prepared – it’s a magical dummy, of sorts. It should respond to you as if it were just like any other being affected by your charming ability. Are you ready to give it a try?”
“ a dummy? ” eyes glow, their red a bright contrast in the dark depths of her home, scarcely illuminated. in truth, it frightened her a bit, the idea of using her power in front of another — granted, asmodeus was the least likely to be affected, but she had come to fear the idea of his enchantment nonetheless. “ if you’re sure, ” the demoness says, finally, eyeing the bottle as if it were some great affront to the eyes. hands encapsulate the small thing and she watches the smoke fold over itself from within.
her power is unstable — whenever she focuses upon it, d’vora finds that it comes in brief bursts. as if something cuts it off from within, makes it that much harder to grasp. when she tries initially, the bottle rumbles — the smoke inside turning first a pale red then a bright pink. after a little while, pressure begins building from within and she can feel the bottle straining to contain whatever power she’s put into it. “ it feels as though it might — ” crack! a long fracture etches itself down the middle of the bottle. d’vora drops it onto the bed for fear that she might shatter it entirely, leaning back slightly in shock. “ is that… supposed to happen? ”
