Summary: No human has ever avoided Asmodeus's charm. Except for you.
Pairing: Asmodeus x GN Reader/MC
Warnings: Blood, suggestive content.
You trailed behind Asmo, dazed. There was blood on your face that wasn't yours. Blood on your wrist from Asmo’s hand.
“I hope you know I ruined my new outfit for you,” said Asmo bitterly. “Demon blood doesn't wash out of clothes easily.” If he could get his laundry to the Demon King’s castle, maybe Barbatos could get the stains out. But Barbatos would be sure to tell Lucifer. It would be better to ditch the clothes before going home.
There was a fountain in the middle of the square with a statue of a three legged crow. Asmo swirled his hands in the water to clean off the blood.
“You didn't kill him, did you?” Your voice trembled as you asked the question.
“No,” Asmo smirked. “Should I have?”
“I’m sorry,” you said. You looked into the fountain. The water seemed to glow bright blue. “He caught me off guard when I was trying to find you. I didn't think he– he would– I shouldn't have–” your lip started to quiver and your vision blurred. Asmo’s handprint in blood still circled your wrist so you plunged your hand into the water to wash it off.
“Ahh!” The water was almost boiling hot, it shocked you out of your panic attack.
“What are you doing?” Asmo shrieked, pulling your hand out of the water.
“I was just trying to clean the blood off like you did!” You held your hand close to your heart, anticipating for the pain to start any moment now. “I didn't know the water would be so hot.”
“It’s the Devildom,” Asmo said, as if it should be obvious. “We’re right next to Hell, everything is hot here.”
“Stay here.” Asmod ordered, looking away from you. “And don't touch anything.”
He ran across the street to Hell’s Kitchen, coming out a few moments later with a plastic cup full of ice.
“Here,” he said gruffly as he shoved the cup into your hands.
You reached your hand into the cup, allowing the ice to cool your burned skin.
“Thank you, Asmo,” you said quietly. “For saving me back there. And for the ice.”
Asmo sat on the edge of the fountain, admiring his reflection and fixing his mussed hair. “I did it for Mammon. He still owes me 150 Grimm, and I’ll never get it back if Lucifer kills him.”
“Well,” you shrugged, sitting down beside him. “Thank you for saving me anyway.” You wrapped your still trembling arms around yourself.
Asmo dipped his handkerchief into the water, then he shook it out for a moment to cool it. “Tell me if it’s too warm,” he said, touching the cloth to your face as he gently wiped the spots of blood away.
You just stared at him. For all his complaining over having to watch you, Asmo was being so considerate. This wasn't at all how you expected a demon to act.
“Falling for me?” He smirked again, but then his eyes shifted back to the crow on the fountain.
“Nothing,” said Asmo. “Actually, let me look at your hand, MC.”
“Ok,” you set the ice cup down on the ground.
Asmo gingerly took your hand in his own, his elegant fingers probing the red, angry skin. His touch was so gentle.
Neither of you breathed for a moment.
“There doesn't appear to be any blistering,” he said softly. “Does it hurt to move it?”
You wiggled your fingers slowly, “Not really,”
“Good,” Asmo stood up abruptly. “So we can go to Majolish.”
“You have Grimm right? Now that I’ve saved you twice today, you can make it up to me by buying me a new outfit.”
When you arrived at Majolish, most of the lights were out.
“Is it even open?” you asked. According to the chime of the city clock, it was almost midnight.
“Probably not,” Asmo pressed his hands to the door until a little gold flash erupted under his palms. “But I know the witch who owns it.” Asmo held the door open for you.
A witch sat at the front desk, flipping through tarot cards. She looked up as the little bell on the shop’s door sounded.
“Asmo! I had a feeling you would be coming in tonight.” She kissed Asmo on both cheeks and he returned the favor.
“Did your cards tell you?” He asked.
“No, Astaroth messaged me.”
“He said something about a fight at The Fall? That’s not like you, Asmo.”
You and Asmo shared a look. The news had already spread so quickly. It was only a matter of time before Lucifer and the others found out.
“Just a suitor who was way out of line,” said Asmo coolly. “This is MC, by the way. They’re one of our human exchange students at RAD.” He pushed you forward.
“Pleased to meet you,” you said politely.
“The same to you, Dear,” Lisette smiled. She was young and pretty, but you'd noticed her eyes, as she’d looked you over, held the wisdom of hundreds of years. “I assume you two came in to buy some new clothes?”
Lisette eyed you and Asmo. Your own clothes were covered in demonus, but the blood stains were minimal. Asmo’s on the other hand… It looked like he had killed a small animal with his bare hands.
“Of course,” he checked his hair in a nearby mirror, messing with his bangs. He actually winked at his reflection. “I can't go home wearing these.”
“Well then look around to your heart’s content. I’ll stay open as long as you’re here.” Lisette sat down at the desk and looked over the cards she had pulled.
“Wonderful!” Asmo started walking deeper into the store. He turned back for a moment. “Lisette, do you happen to have a first aid kit on hand? MC had a little accident on the way over here.”
As Asmo tried on outfit after outfit, putting on a little fashion show, Lisette helped you wrap your hand with gauze after applying magical burn ointment.
“What do you think of this one, MC?” Asmo asked, posing dramatically.
“It looks great. Just like the last seven.” You were tired and you wondered how you would be able to stay awake during class tomorrow.
“Hm…” said Asmo. “I like this top but I think the pants on the last one show off my butt better.”
“Whatever you say,” you yawned.
“Yes I do think I’ll go with the other pants.” Asmo twirled in front of the mirror one last time. “It’s your turn, MC.”
You were starting to fall asleep sitting up. The adrenaline rush from earlier had subsided leaving you exhausted. Asmo looked like he could keep going for several more hours.
“Could you pick out something for me?” You asked him.
Asmo's eyes lit up. “Of course, Darling, do you have any particular style in mind?”
You shrugged. “Whatever you think will look good on me, I guess.”
Asmo clapped his hands. “This is so exciting! I won’t let you down, MC.”
Off he went, looking through the clothing racks and singing to himself.
You leaned against the desk, hoping Asmo would be quick. You didn't know if you could stay awake much longer.
Lisette shuffled the deck rhythmically as she looked over the three cards she had pulled. “Hmm…”
“What is it?” You said. “If you don't mind me asking.”
“These cards I pulled. The future I'm seeing is not mine.” She looked at you and then back at the cards. “I think they’re for you.”
“Really? But you pulled those cards before you even met me.”
“The future reveals itself in mysterious ways, my dear. I just relay what the cards, and the spirits, tell me,”said Lisette. “If you wish, I can read your fortune for you. Otherwise I’ll shuffle these cards back into the deck and you can let your future be a surprise.”
You stared at the cards for a moment. The middle card were big bold letters spelling DEATH. You had to know what it meant.
“Alright,” you said, “What do the cards say?”
“I will remind you, Mc, that the future is not set in stone. You always have an opportunity to change it with your choices. That being said, I've never done a reading that didn't come true eventually. Is this all ok with you?”
You glanced at the ominous card one more time. “Yes.”
“Then I’ll get started.” Said Lisette. “Your hand please, MC. I want to get a feel for your energy.”
You obeyed, placing your uninjured hand into Lisette’s. She closed her eyes as she interlocked her fingers with yours. Your pulse thrummed in your wrist.
Lisette’s eyes snapped open.
“Ah-ha,” she said, almost to herself.
You watched her expectantly.
Lisette held up the first card. It showed three swords plunging into a red heart. “I see heartache. A rejection of some sort has happened. Do you see the storm clouds behind the heart, MC?”
“A tempest is building up below the surface. Jealousy, perhaps. Or maybe fear.”
This was already off to a great start, you cringed inwardly. Lisette laid the card back down on the table and she picked up the next one. It was the Death card.
“Many people are frightened of this card, but it does not always indicate a deadly outcome.”
You weren't sure how that was possible. The illustration on the card had a distinct sense of foreboding. It showed a skeleton knight riding a horse through a field of the dead. A man, woman, and child knelt in front of the horse, pleading for their lives.
“Death often signifies change, a moment of transition. Something will tip the scales for you, and you must be ready for it. And MC…” she trailed off, as if trying to decide whether to tell you something. In the end she pressed on, “I do sense danger in your future.”
The third card showed a person standing before seven cups, each one containing a unique treasure. Lisette stared at the card for a long time, nodding to herself as she studied it.
“A choice must be made,” Lisette said. “Whether you decide to be selfish or selfless is up to you, MC.”
“I’m just trying to survive the school year,” you said.
Lisette looked you in the eye. “And survive you will, but only if you can see past the illusions before you.”
“MC!” said Asmo. “I have the perfect thing for you to wear, come here.”
When you looked back at the desk, Lisette had swept up the cards and was already tucking them into a wooden box. It was clear she would not tell you anything else.
You followed Asmo to the 3 paneled mirror by the dressing rooms. He stood behind you, holding his outfit choice in front of your body.
“What do you think? Isn't it perfect?” He had chosen skin-tight jeans and a black and pale pink striped crop top. “I thought these hair clips would look just darling on you, as well.”
“I think…” You stared at your reflection, your eyes flicking over Asmo’s hopeful expression. “I do like it, only…”
In truth, the outfit would be perfect for clubbing, but after tonight's incident you thought it would be a while before you returned to The Fall again. “Isn't the crop top a little much, or rather, not enough? We're just going home, after all.”
“I told you it’s always hot in the Devildom.” Said Asmo simply.
“How about we compromise,” you said, reaching for something on a nearby rack. “I’ll keep the jeans, but I’ll wear this top.”
You handed him a black sweater. The material was delicate but strong, and you liked the pattern woven into it.
Asmo raised an eyebrow, taking the sweater. He held it up in front of you as he had done before.
“Fine,” he said, looking over your choice. “But you're keeping the hair clips too.”
“Great,” you started to slip away but he wrapped his arms around you. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling.
“I could always help you get dressed,” He purred, his breath tickling your neck. “You don't want to injure your hand anymore than it already is.”
You blinked at him, displaying your gauze-wrapped hand. “I wasn't hurt that badly. I think it will go much quicker if I do it myself.”
You took the clothes from Asmo and got dressed quickly like you had promised. With a little magic woven in the fibers, everything fit you perfectly, as if it had been custom made for you. As you paid for the clothing, Lisette gave you a knowing look.
“Good luck,” she whispered as you and Asmo left Majolish.
