Asmo woke up the next day feeling energized and calm. The Carols night, which turned into The Seven Confessions of the Fallen Angels, helped lift the weight of Asmo's past transgressions. Now, he had the clearest conscience on the block, giving him the confidence to say, "Merry Christmas, Devils! Rise and shine. Come on, your chores won't do themselves. It's Christmas day again!"Lucifer was the first to rise without being coerced into doing something Asmo wanted. He was intrigued by Asmo's statement, particularly the way he said "Christmas day again." Asmo sounded like he had lived through this Christmas before. It was then that Lucifer realized he had forgotten something important.Lucifer, the prince of pride, would normally never forget a thing. His mind wandered for the rest of the day, trying to uncover what exactly had slipped his mind. He was sure Asmo was hiding something else, but he didn't want to alert Asmodeus before he had a chance to find out the truth. So, Lucifer play

As the doomsday clock of the missile ticked down to its final moments, the air crackled with an eerie tension. The Devil and his brothers stood frozen, their eyes fixed on the looming threat above. Then, in a sudden burst of blinding light, the missile streaked upward, leaving a fiery trail in its wake.At first, there was a collective gasp as the missile soared higher and higher, its ominous presence casting a shadow over the island. Then, as if defying the impending catastrophe, the night sky erupted into a kaleidoscope of brilliance. The missile detonated in a spectacular display, unleashing a dazzling array of colors that painted the heavens.The explosion transformed the dark canvas of the night into a breathtaking spectacle, each burst of light illuminating the faces of the Devil and his brothers in a surreal glow. The resounding boom echoed across the island, reverberating through the very core of their beings.Amidst the chaos of light and sound, a sense of wonder and relief w

In a rich, quiet estate nestled within the bustling metropolis of New York City, a mailman pedaled furiously on his bike, tossing newspapers with precision at the opulent doorsteps of each luxurious mansion. His movements were a symphony of grace and purpose, the morning air vibrating with the soft thud of the newspapers landing in perfect alignment with their intended destinations. As the newspapers settled, a sense of anticipation permeated the surroundings, as if the delivery of the news held a profound significance that transcended the mundane act.One such newspaper, propelled by an unexpected gust of wind, sailed through an open window, narrowly missing the owner of a grand mansion, Asmodeus, the former king of hell. Startled by the unexpected intrusion, Asmodeus emerged from his abode, his imposing figure exuding an air of regal authority. His piercing gaze bore witness to the headline that had disrupted his solitude: "Valentine is coming. Where is your lover? Don't be sitting

As Valentine's Day approached, Asmo, the former king of hell, found himself drawn to the orphanage where his favorite employee, Maria Ave, had been raised. With the cool breeze of February blowing through the city, Asmo arrived in style, driving the latest model of a sleek car, his coat catching the attention of passersby with its elegance and finesse.Entering the orphanage, he was greeted by the harmonious voices of children, turned into a choir under Maria's guidance, singing the timeless melody of 'Ave Maria'. Mesmerized by the scene unfolding before him, Asmo observed from afar, marveling at the beauty of their performance.It was only after Maria had finished her session with the children that she noticed Asmo's presence. Excitedly, the children rushed towards him, eager for the gifts he had brought. Asmo skillfully distracted them with the expensive tokens of his affection, allowing him to approach Maria undisturbed.With a jovial smile, Asmo knelt before Maria, his eyes filled

Mammon sat at his CEO desk in the World Bank headquarters, attempting to bury his personal turmoil beneath the weight of his work. His thoughts, however, were consumed by his ongoing conflict with his beloved brother Asmo. As he grappled with his emotions, a palpable presence entered the building, sending a shiver down Mammon's spine.He instinctively reached for the security cameras, hoping to identify the intruder, but before he could focus, the screens shattered into a thousand pieces. Alarmed, Mammon moved to call for security when a figure materialized before him, holding the severed head of his female secretary.The being's presence was both familiar and immensely intimidating. In a flash, Mammon conjured his Saber, ready to defend himself against this unexpected threat. To his astonishment, the Saber dissolved as it made contact with the being, leaving him defenseless. Before Mammon could react, the figure spoke, its voice carrying an otherworldly authority, "Be blind no more,