#; asmodeus

(closed starter) @mcwscollective

The familiar sound of his alarm blared loudly in the bedchamber of Asmodeus’ room. A noise he had learned to despise, because with that noise came many things. It meant instead of being in his incredibly comfy bed with Fizz by his side, he had to get up and do things.

“Ugh, nooo,” he whined dramatically, placing his velvety pillow over his face. “I was having such a restful sleep too.” And Fizz had wisely placed the alarm out of his reach, meaning if he wanted to stop the noise, he would have to get out of bed. Damn that sexy imp.

Knowing the sooner he got up, the sooner it would stop, did little to sway the Sin to actually move. Even after all this time. But knowing the longer he put it off, the worse it would be, he reluctantly pushed himself off the mattress and stood up.

“Man, why is there never enough hours in the day?”

Yawning, he addressed the still-sleeping imp. “How you can sleep through that blaring, I’ll never know, baby.” Walking over to his alarm and quickly turning it off, he then headed to the kitchen to make them some breakfast. Lucky he didn’t have anything to do this weekend and was free to lounge around his palace all day.

“I know you’re not still sleeping, Fizz~ What do you want for breakfast, my sexy little froggy?”

He stepped into the intricately designed shower that looked more like a hot tub than anything else. Most demons thought being a Sin was all parties and endless power, and while that was true to some extent, it was also a shit ton of work. Not to mention dealing with the Goetia and the endless squabbling.

The relaxing hot water ran over his body as he released a deep exhale, the troubles of the day washing off him. If he didn’t watch himself, he would have fallen asleep after making sure every inch of him was properly soaked. He began to reach down to lather up when he heard the telltale sound of light metal footsteps behind him. Turning, a smile spread across his face as he spotted his favorite demon.

“Hello, my little froggy. Can’t wait to see me in the bedroom, huh?” Reaching down, he pulled the imp close to his face. “Are you here to help me shower? Or did you just miss me that much already? Come on, don’t be shy now.”

(closed starter) @fizzahrolli

Asmodeus had lived in Hell his entire long existence. During that time he had seen amazing and horrible things from both demons and mortal souls. It was little wonder that Hell had been created in the first place to cater to all these wretched souls. As the embodiment of Lust, it was his duty to provide the citizens of his ring with all manner of depraved implements and debauchery so they could indulge to their hearts’ content.

There were many different opinions on lust and what it meant, but he was tired of having that conversation with demons.

The ringing bell of a siren rang out, bouncing off the walls of his office.

“Fucking finally,” he muttered. That beautiful noise indicated that this long work week was finally over and he was free to relax. It had taken his workers a week, but the final Fizzarolli robot had been dismantled. While it took a significant hit to his profits, he didn’t give a shit about that. What he cared about was Fizz. Now that he was free from that cunt-faced bastard Mammon, they could finally enjoy their time together without him having to worry about Fizz overworking himself.

Standing from his desk and giving a long stretch, he addressed his factory workers. His voice echoed throughout the building. “Alright, my little sex deviants! Good job today, and I hope you all have a sex-filled long weekend!”

They all began to cheer as Asmodeus snapped his fingers, opening a portal to his bedroom palace in the Lust Ring. He eagerly stepped through, the tear in reality closing behind him.

“Froggy? I’m done with work for the week!” he shouted into the home before falling backwards onto their couch and running a hand down his face. “Fuck, work was killer. Fizz, you hungry? Because I’m starving.”

He addressed the room. He was sure Fizz was in here somewhere.

The weight of that greedy bastard Mammon had strained things between him and Fizz for far too long not through any fault of their own, but because that money-hungry thug refused to loosen his grip. It had taken a whole year, yet finally Fizz had clawed free from beneath that thumb, with a solid assist from his buddy Blitzo. Now they were both truly liberated, no more sneaking around or burying what they shared no matter what the rest of Hell had to say. Fizz didn’t have to grind himself into exhaustion feeding that circus anymore, either.

Those bright thoughts, and all the promise waiting just ahead for them, kept the spark alive through the long shift. With a satisfied hum, he set about dismantling the last of the toys molded in Fizz’s image the ones Mammon had cashed in on so heavily.

Sure, it would sting the bottom line a bit, but it was worth every lost soul. His clubs could more than cover any dip, anyway. Once the final paperwork sealed shut, the relief settled in deep. He was done. Free to soak up the rest of the day with his favorite imp, exactly as planned.

A swirl of flame and smoke carried him straight home. He eased the door open with one broad hand, the familiar warmth of their space wrapping around him like an old friend. “Froggie, I’m back,” he called out, voice warm and easy, a grin tugging at his lips as he scanned for that bright red shape. “Missed ya all day, baby. C’mere and tell me how my favorite performer’s holdin’ up.”