hi, I have an headcanon request for Asmo week, if you accept to write abt it : Asmo buys a kind of anti-aging cream / elixir of youth except that when he wakes up the next morning it turns out that he looks like a young child. Solomon promises to look for a solution, but it may take a few days. In the meantime, Asmo certainly does not want his brothers to learn or he will for sure hear about it forever and so he goes seek the help of MC... What are they doing during these few days?
So this had been in the work for three days because I had a terrible migraine that literally prevented me from focusing on my computer for too long for two days and sadly got busy yesterday but since I am doing a little bit better today and I have free time (ameno) it’s now time to go back to this request !
( @milas-imaginarium )
You woke up hearing an ear-wrenching scream that day.
Immediately recognizing Asmo voice you rushed to his room where all the brothers were already gathered.
“Asmo open the door” Lucifer commanded.
But no response came. So Lucifer asked again and again and again but still no answers came out of the room.
“Asmo this is the last time, open the door before I break it”
As Lucifer changed into his demon form you heard a weak voice coming from the room.
“NO” Asmo screamed more clearly.
Something was wrong with his voice. It was really high-pitched even more than it usually was. It almost seemed... Juvenile?
Catching on that something weird was happening you placed a hand in front of Lucifer stopping him in his tracks (bad move really)
“Asmo can I come in?” You asked “Just me nobody else” you could hear Lucifer disapproving behind you but you paid it no mind.
Hearing nothing but a mumble you decided to take that as a “yes” and put your hand on the handle on the door to open it.
Door that was actually open btw
Closing the door behind you, and locking it to make sure the brother wouldn’t peep, you immediately spotted Asmo curled into a ball under the sheets of his bed.
You sat next to his form on the bed and softly called out to him. Hearing nothing but a whimper you decided to lift up the sheets of the bed to take a look at him and...well...your jaw dropped.
What you thought was only Asmo curling up in his bed was actually a eight years old version of the demon you knew.
“Asmo-” You started to talk not really believing what you were seeing.
“Don’t say anything to my brothers!” Child-Asmo exclaimed tearfully.
You had seen so many weird shit stuff since you entered the Devildom but this one...this one was weird.
Somehow nodding unconsciously you walked towards the door cracked it open and talked to the brothers that were still standing behind it.
“It’s nothing just a bad skin day” You said avoiding to lie as much as possible “He’s just blowing it out of proportion it’s Asmo after all” you added seeing that Lucifer wasn’t convinced.
The eldest brother let out a big sigh and passed his hand on his face tiredly.
“Everyone let’s go” He said “MC I’m leaving this to you”
Lucifer left immediately followed by Beelzebub, Belphegor, Leviathan and Satan who couldn’t care less about Asmodeus’s skin problems.
Mammon however tried to pry his way into the room his phone in hand muttering something about making a lot of profit.
“MAMMON” Lucifer said menacingly from the end of hallway, whimpering at the silent threat Mammon finally joined his brothers as you closed the door once again.
Asmo was now out his sheets looking at you with teary eyes, which was telling the situation was bad. Asmodeus would do everything to avoid his face looking puffy.
“MC !” He cried out jumping in your arms.
‘Lord Diavolo, he is so light weighted’ you thought silently holding the child.
“How did this happen?” You asked as Asmo nuzzled his head in your neck.
“I don’t know last night I just put this new cream I bought and I woke up like this” He exclaimed his voice muffled by your collarbone.
Looking at the direction Asmo was pointing you saw a little container still open - ‘probably checked it this morning’ you thought - and immediately noticed the small inscription on the back of it.
Still with Asmo in your arms you walked closer to his vanity and checked the inscription, making sure not to touch it.
‘For a skin as smooth as a baby’s’ It reads and for a second there you thanked the stars that Asmo didn’t turn into an actual baby, only a child...
Yes this was still not so good.
“I think we should call Solomon” you said to Asmo who still weeping in your arms “He may know what to do”
You felt Asmo’s grip on your clothes grow tighter, telling you that he didn’t want Solomon to saw him in this state either but he didn’t oppose to it.
After a small phone call to the sorcerer he agreed to come to let him into the room so he can assess the situation and get the container of cream to see if that can help him whip up something to have Asmo go back to his normal appearance.
With Solomon come and gone you were now left alone in the room with Asmo who was not crying anymore but who was still hiccuping.
“It’s okay Asmo! Solomon is going to find what to do!” You cheered which seemed to lift his spirit up a bit “But I must ask where did you buy that cream, any store who would sell this sort of thing would have faced Lucifer’s wrath by now wouldn’t it?”
“It was a lesser-demon who sold it in the street ! They were so cute flirting with me, I had to buy it” The small boy explained to you and you felt a bit weird.
“And they say Mammon was stupid” You whispered under your breath.
"MC !” Asmodeus was looking absolutely offended at the idea you could, even for a second, think he was stupider than Mammon.
The child version of the demon was now sitting cross-legged on his bed pouting at you.
‘He looks rather cute’ you thought, you just wanted to squeeze his cheeks and tell him what a sweet little boy he was.
Quickly catching on what you were thinking, Asmo gave you another offended look.
“I’m stopping you right now MC! I may look like a child but I’m not! Think about the sexy fabulous me!” He exclaimed his voice cracking.
But you couldn’t all you saw now was a small boy that you just wanted to adopt as your little brother.
Grinning you just jumped on the bed and grab onto his cheeks and asked him who was the cutest little boy in the world.
Protecting his sides from your tickles, Asmo was giggling while breathlessly telling you to stop and to remember who he was.
Through all the ruckus you barely heard your phone go off as Solomon told you he had found something. Well it was short in time but at least you saw what Asmo looked as a child. You still were glad that you were going to find your Asmo again.
