pleased was the simplest word to describe asmodeus . truly , it had been quite some time since he'd done the minor duties a demon would , to try and defile and poison the holy , but god did it feel nice to be at his roots . to watch the divine shudder and look away as if he were a presence that could ignored . lust being his cardinal sin always made pain pleasure in his mind , always twisted discomfort as a badge of honor rather than an unruly beast to hide ; and , the priest's discomfort fueled asmodeus greatly . he feels the way his gut churns with delight at the borderline awestruck look on hilliard's face , the way speech is lost on his tongue when he's met with corruption . perhaps , it was a grand introduction to the demonic , to all things unholy , to be close proximity with not only a demon from hell , but one of it's most devout knights at that . morello had been a name on tongues of knights' for a little bit now , a name with no face to connect to , but in his personal space asmodeus knew this must be the morello spoken of . the not so pristine priest who's name had left the devil's maw .
a chuckle leaves him , both amused and surprised , when his hand is taken , when his offer is accepted , and he finds himself walking close behind the priest . at a stark 6'5" , he looms over the priest as they make their way out of the airport . asmodeus finds himself catching glimspes of lower demons making their way through the terminals , absolutely on missions similar to his own , but note the surprised expressions on their true faces as a man of the round table walk amongst man rather than toiling and mulling over plans below with the big dogs . he's pleased when he pulls the cigarettes from his pocket and offers it to the father and he takes it , a purr emitting from the lion's face as a cheshire grin split along the man's . the sounds of everyone else was secondary , asmodeus was on a mission and he planned to impress . he'd never disappointed his creator yet , and today wouldn't be when he started . a middle finger is cast to guard that hoots protest their way , a snicker passing his lips as the glass door is practically shoved shut with his elbow .
lithe fingers pull another cigarette from the box , easily plopping it between his lips as he rummages for a lighter from his pocket . whether hilliard needed a light didn't seem to be a question as he ceremoniously lights both , taking a long drag of his own before billowing smoke through his nose . smoking is stranger on a demon's face , the smoke divided amongst lion , ram , and man in the case of asmodeus , despite only the main face having smoked . the habit had been picked up from far too many nights watching man , woman , and all in between engage in it after sex . he'd just had to know what it was like , and truly , he understood the hype . the question shot his way makes a timbered laugh reverberate through his hollow torso , shaking his head in honest disbelief that his existence could even be questioned at this rate . " are you hopeful or naive , father ? " the heads crane at him , six eyes peering at what felt to be hiiliard's soul rather than his features . " funny question t' ask when you've sat next t' me for over an hour . " the knight tsks , lugging his bag over his shoulder as he takes another drag .
the smoke is directed at the father this time , pluming from his mouth as he spoke . " i'm as real as the ground y' walk on , as real as the air you breathe , as real as the god y' beg an' pray to . " calloused hands push the sleeves of his jacket to his shoulder , nimble fingers grab hold of hilliard's hand holding the cigarette , an icy touch that only seems colder as he solidifies his grip . the light end is brought to his arm , a resounding sizzle coming from his flesh as the heat threatened to blister the skin that wanted to bubble and fray beneath . asmodeus doesn't flinch , he doesn't pull back , all three faces simply grin pleasantly as he hums until the cig dies out with a frizzle . his fingers lessen their grasp , slowly drifting away before pulling his own cig from his mouth and stamping it out on the ground with his boot . " seems rude y' wanna ask me questions but haven't even told me y' name . " the raven hums , leaning against his wall as all eyes were locked onto hilliard . even if he was certain he knew the man before him , he'd rather be safe than be sorry .
" i'll let you guess mine . " how cute . the lion's face purrs , a low methodical noise as he dare try and act flirtatious and coy with a man who'd seemed nothing but fearful of his presence . " three guesses , if you get it wrong , i swear i'll tell you . " would he really ? eh . . . really anybody's guess , but considering this was a man was a large target on his back , asmodeus couldn't imagine being otherwise .
