It seems like Mammon was seated in a private hospital room with a pristine white interior, surrounded by state-of-the-art medical equipment. However, he wasn't there for his own treatment. Instead, he was keeping a close watch over Asmo, who was lying in the bed.Asmo had been on the brink of death just an hour ago, but now he was being attended to, with a tube feeding him human blood. It's known that fallen angels heal more rapidly when they consume human blood, and this was likely a measure taken to aid Asmo's recovery.Suddenly, Asmo's eyes flew open, and he rose from the bed, nearly leaping to his feet.Mammon hurriedly held him down and reassured him, "Asmo, calm down! Sat isn't here." Asmo stopped and relaxed.He couldn't believe it,he had lost to Satan again.He slammed his hand on the bed in anger. "Why call myself King if I can't be the freaking best!!!",he exclaimed.Mammon tapped his shoulder and spoke,"what this says is that you are nothing like that psychopath". Asmo

Returning to Maria Ave's small town in Italy, a sense of unease enveloped her as she fretted over Asmo's sudden departure. His abrupt insistence on her return home had left her fraught with worry, prompting her to consider taking drastic measures to ensure his well-being. The distant rumble of thunder mirrored the tempest raging within her, echoing the tumultuous emotions that churned in her heart.As the days stretched into an agonizing wait, Maria's concern deepened, manifesting in restless nights and anxious days. Each unanswered call to Asmo served as a poignant reminder of his absence, amplifying the ache of longing that gnawed at her soul. The idea of boarding a transatlantic flight to the United States of America loomed as a compelling yet daunting prospect, a testament to the depth of her devotion and the relentless tug of her heartstrings.Amidst the palpable sense of yearning, Maria found herself ensnared in a labyrinth of conflicting emotions. The specter of uncertainty cas

As Christmas Day dawned over the city of New York, the sun slowly rose, casting its warm light over the bustling streets and towering skyscrapers. People hurried along the sidewalks, carrying gifts and spreading holiday cheer, while the city shimmered with the festive spirit.However, within a dimly lit warehouse nestled deep in the heart of the city, a starkly different scene unfolded. A group of men, shrouded in shadows, meticulously packed an array of guns and assorted weapons. Each movement was careful and deliberate, the air thick with a sense of secrecy and urgency.As the morning light filtered through the dusty windows, it illuminated the men's intense expressions as they worked, their faces betraying no emotion. Outside, the joyful sounds of Christmas bells and laughter seemed to fade into the distance, drowned out by the muted clinks and metallic echoes within the warehouse.The juxtaposition of the festive city outside and the clandestine activities inside the warehouse crea

Deep within an underground stronghold, Asmo took center stage before his handpicked elite squadron, divulging the details of their imminent course of action. They needed to brace themselves for the impending retaliation from Satan. As he concluded, he inquired, "Any questions?" A woman raised her hand and abruptly uttered, "Did you truly believe you could outmaneuver the all-powerful Saturn?" To those within the criminal underworld, Satan was known as Saturn, but Asmo never referred to Satan as such in the presence of his mercenaries. This revelation could only mean one thing - Satan had her under his control. Before his assassins could react, the woman revealed an explosive strapped to her chest and triggered it before they could intervene. The ensuing blast reduced the entire edifice to rubble. Asmo teleported out just before the detonation. Returning to survey the aftermath, he found no survivors; his cherished assassins were lost. Satan had demonstrated without hesitation that he

As Asmo stood before Lucifer, he was utterly shocked by the gravity of Lucifer's ultimatum. How could his own brother demand that he hand over Maria, to be left vulnerable and defenseless, like a lamb to the slaughter? Asmo found himself blurting out, "Why the hell would I do that?"Lucifer locked eyes with Asmo, his gaze unwavering as he questioned, "What are you doing?" Asmo couldn't find the words to respond. Perhaps he was unable to articulate his actions, or maybe he was grappling with his own confusion. One thing, however, was crystal clear to him – he would never allow his brothers to lay their filthy hands on Maria.In this tense moment, the air crackled with unspoken emotions. Asmo's inner turmoil and determination clashed against Lucifer's chilling demand. The weight of their unspoken conflict hung heavy in the air, as the fate of Maria and the bond between the brothers teetered on a precarious edge.In the depths of Asmo's conflicted spirit, Maria held an irreplaceable posi