#thread:asmo

The first thing he did was to check what was attached to him. Only one head --what a shame. No big, great, pitch-black wings --are you kidding me? Without his usual additions on him, he felt stripped and vulnerable, although thankfully not naked. It was probably the best for every party involved. Heaving out a sigh after he had done a quick count of his fingers and toes (ten each, wasn't that simply boring?), Asmo finally picked himself up and breathed in the air, quivered gently. Ah, Earth...

...or was it? He wrinkled his nose and frowned deep, looked around him. He had always imagined Earth a little... different. He swirled around like a spinning top and tried to decide whether he had accidentally taken a wrong turn on his way here. This had to be the right place, right? Mighty demon like him wasn't lost, was he now? Nausea pooled in his newly formed human stomach. Oh no, no, he wasn't lost... Never. Not him. Asmodeus worked his fingers through his dark hair now that he had such and decided to ask someone's advice. The problem was to find someone suitable for that.

Thus, it felt like godsend when he accidentally wandered past a school festival. Surely in such a place were men eager to get lost in their lust? Asmodeus narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips in thought, walked slowly around, wasn't sure if this place was even available for others outside the school. He supposed he'd pass as a student, after all, he had picked an appearance of a young male.

Feeling like this 'dry spell' of his would continue, he saw that. That was a host club (so he read from the sign), and as much as he didn't have the faintest clue what it actually meant, he thought it sounded tempting. With a smile on his lips, Asmo brushed back his hair (which was something he had seen men around his physical age do) and with confident steps walked to the room.

A sigh escaped him. It felt like he had all his three heads back all of a sudden, as if he had his most favorite dragon underneath him! Passing by a shop, he checked himself out from the window. No extra heads, no weird choices of transportation. Asmo thought that the book might have been wrong, and felt guilty straight after the thought. Surely there was nothing wrong with the book.

Still. How was he supposed to lure men in Hell when no one warmed up for him?

Asmo decided to try once more, just once more (he had said the same thing to himself half an hour ago), and spotted the first guy that happened to walk towards him. He took the steps in front of the man and forced him to stop, tried to shove him the thorny rose he had bought from a flower shop around the corner. "If I'd rate you from one to ten," he recited, "I'd rate you as a nine because I'm the one you're missing."