The sports car sped through the dense, hushed woods at a record-breaking speed. Asmo and Maria were inside, their hearts racing as they tried to outpace Satan and escape his clutches. Asmo couldn't teleport Maria back home due to her stubbornness. Despite his attempts, she adamantly refused to be taken, and even when he tried to do so without her consent, his abilities failed him.One of the drawbacks of having her blessing was that she could dictate how and when he could use it. Naturally, his Father would never grant him the power of a Saint without the Saint having control over its usage. Maria's refusal wasn't meant to frustrate Asmo; rather, she was afraid for him. She had overheard Asmo and Lucifer's conversation, and she knew that Satan, the greatest evil in existence, was coming for Asmo. No matter how many times he assured her that he could handle Satan, she remained unconvinced. It was clear to her that they had only two options: leave together or stay to face the Prince of

Asmo's mind raced with the realization of the intricacy of Satan's plan, acknowledging the devil's cunning strategy to ensnare him. Despite the overwhelming odds, Asmo clung to his unwavering belief in his newfound powers, a newfound strength that surged within him, propelling him forward in the face of insurmountable danger.The weight of the impending confrontation with Satan bore heavily upon him, fueling the fire of determination that blazed within him. Asmo knew that he had to act swiftly and decisively, risking everything in a daring bid to thwart Satan's malevolent scheme and rescue Maria. Surrender was not an option, and Asmo steeled himself for the inevitable clash, prepared to stake everything on the line.As Asmo feigned compliance, allowing himself to relax under Satan's oppressive grip, he bided his time, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. When Satan's hold momentarily waned, Asmo seized the fleeting chance, summoning all his newfound power to vanish alongside th

Asmo's eyes slowly opened, adjusting to the surrounding light after being momentarily blinded by a sudden burst of white. He found himself no longer in Maria's embrace, but back in Johnny's office. To his shock and relief, Johnny stood before him, alive, strong, healthy, and as talkative as ever.Asmo was at a loss for words. It had worked—the time travel had actually worked. He stared at Johnny, hardly believing his eyes. As Johnny approached, Asmo, overwhelmed with emotion, grabbed and hugged him like never before."Whoa, Asmo, what's gotten into you?" Johnny exclaimed, his breath slightly taken aback by Asmo's intense hug. He couldn't fathom why Asmo was behaving so strangely."Dude, you do realize I'm your manager, right? Unless you're willing to pay me to be your therapist, let's keep things professional," Johnny added with a lighthearted chuckle.The scene was a mix of disbelief, relief, and a touch of humor, as the two friends and colleagues processed the surreal turn of events

Satan was, of course, the first to rudely intrude on Asmo's well-planned speech, exclaiming, "Did you seriously bring us here to reminisce about our primitive years? I have a Christmas to ruin, a world to plunge into chaos, and lives to take."Asmo closed his eyes and began to take deep breaths, maintaining skin contact with Mammon to center himself amidst Satan's disruptive outburst. The tension in the room was palpable as the clash of personalities threatened to derail the meeting.Just as Satan was about to ask Asmo why he was being ignored, Mammon uttered, "Hush, Satan! Take your seat and be quiet. If you act nice, maybe Santa will take you off the naughty list and bring you the gift of common sense, which might come in handy for you in the new year."Mammon put his hand over his mouth to prevent even more damning remarks. Everyone at the table was shocked upon hearing the brutal verbal jabs Mammon hit Satan with, seemingly unprovoked. The atmosphere in the room grew even tenser a

After finishing their dinner, the pressing question on their minds was what to do next. It was evident that none of them could leave the island, nor could they exact revenge on the resort owner, Asmodeus, for imprisoning them on this deserted island.Asmo was relishing every moment spent with his brothers. He had even managed to subdue Satan himself, and now he was determined to coerce the others into participating in some traditional Christmas activities.He had already begun scheming, making phone calls to initiate his side plans. When Lucifer saw the smirk on his face, he felt compelled to walk up to Asmo, take away his phone, and air his grievances, stating his own ground rules."Since you got what you want, I also have my own reservations and rules to be obeyed. No phones, no internet, and most of all, no secrets are allowed. You wanted us to live like we were still in Noah's time, then let's do it right."Asmo was surprised but quickly got over his shock and replied, "Great, I l