A memory best left forgotten.
Asmodeus sighed as he walked around his new home, The House of Lamentation. His hair was in a ponytail currently.
It had always tried to block his Field of vision lately but there was more to it.
He couldn't stand seeing it anymore, it stood as a reminder that he was no longer in the celestial relm...he was no longer adored for being the "jewel of the heavens".
He fell...he was no longer looked at in admiration but looked at like he was an horrible monstrosity...
He felt like it too, cast away to the depths of hell. A place for the filthiest sinners, a place where power gives you the attention he craved once more.
Unfortunately Micheal wasn't that kind, and so here he is...The 5th born aka, the 5th strongest....
He walked into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror, no longer a holy glow but in its place were bags under his eyes and a frown...
How long had it been since he felt so...Weak? He looked at the broken mirrors next to him...glass was shattered in and around the sink, beelzebub offered to help but asmo had declined...he wanted a reminder why he was feeling like this...
His hair was the issue...whenever he saw it he got uncontrollably angry and smashed it, but today he was gonna put an end to feelings of anger, all he has to do was to cut his hair
He picked up the scissors with a shaky breath and placed it in between a lock or two of hair and he squeezed the scissors shut and watched as a lock of his hair fell into the sink below him.
He felt his heart beat faster as he kept snipping his hair, making sure that everything still looked okay.
After the last stray hair fell from his head he looked up and smiled for the first time in a few years...he looked like a new person... He felt refreshed...he grabbed the black shaw from his bed and put it on and looked in the mirror only to find no feelings of anger emerge...
Maybe life in the devildom won't be as bad as he thought
