Asmodeus, who suddenly looked like an esteemed patron of the arts, stood within the hallowed halls of the Opera House, his gaze sweeping across the bustling scene of renovation. This historic venue, where the angelic voices of Maria and the orphanage children would soon grace the stage, was undergoing a transformation to ensure its splendor for the impending event.The best construction experts, their skills honed to perfection, were scattered throughout the space, leaving no detail unattended. They worked tirelessly, driven by Asmodeus' unwavering vision to restore the Opera House to its former glory, a testament to his commitment to the preparing for the event.This event was not merely a celebration for him, but a testament to the power of his connections and the influence he wielded within the industry.As the final preparations unfolded, the Opera House transformed into a beacon of elegance and grandeur, ready to captivate the discerning eyes of Asmodeus' distinguished guests.

It was finally time for Maria and the orphanage kids' first opening performance at the expertly renovated Opera House, paid for by the wealthy philanthropist Asmodeus. The skies above were peaceful and clear, leaving no sign of bad omen for what promised to be a glorious day.Asmodeus greeted his guests as they arrived, then made his way backstage to check on Maria and the children. He was met with an adorable sight - Maria was carefully dressing the kids in their cute angel costumes, showering each one with care and attention.Maria finally spotted Asmodeus behind the curtains and called out to him, "Asmo, what are you looking at? Come on over here and help me with the kids."Asmodeus was shocked. Maria had never trusted him enough to let him near the children before, but today, on this important day, she was letting her guard down. Was she starting to truly trust him? Was she finally comfortable having him around?Asmodeus stood there, lost in his thoughts, trying to make sense of t

The air crackled with demonic energy as Johnny, equipped with the combined powers of Asmodeus and Mammon, charged at the Fallen Angel Lucifer. Just as he was about to strike, a surprise blow came from the side - a sucker punch from the unknown assailant Lutan, who was in fact Satan with the combined might of Lucifer and himself.The force of the impact sent Johnny crashing violently into chairs, his momentum slamming him against the ornate walls of the opera house. Cracks spiderwebbed across the foundation, the very building shaking from the collision.But Johnny, or rather Madeus as he was truly known, was unharmed. Levitating back to his feet, any visible scratches healed instantly. His expression shifted from one of surprise to pure, seething rage."Lucifer, I warned you not to come after Asmodeus," Madeus growled, turning his gaze upwards to see Lutan aka Satan hovering there. The two dark entities locked eyes, an unspoken challenge passing between them, a promise to rip each othe

Asmodeus felt his body gaining a bit of strength after Mammon gave him back his power. He heard what Mammon told Maria to do and even though he knew that could save him, he had other plans. So, once he heard Maria asking him how she could save him, he answered, "Maria, please listen to me; this might sound a little selfish, but I don't want to be saved. Please let me die."As soon as those words left his lips, Maria was left gaping and dumbfounded. How could Asmodeus even ask her to do such a thing? How did he expect her to watch him perish slowly but surely as she knew full well that she could save him? Asmodeus tried to explain after noticing the shock and concern on Maria's face, "The only way to save me is to slit your wrist and force large amounts of your blood into my mouth, not only will that possibly kill you, but this is also the only chance I have of ever dying and gaining everlasting peace. I am tired of immortality, fighting a lost war, and dealing with my troublesome br

Michael stood tall before the Fallen Merged Archdemons, his eyes gleaming with a fierce intensity. As he began to levitate, the three Merged Archdemons - Lutan, Balphegar, and Madeus - stood their ground, ready for whatever Michael would do next. With a swift motion, Michael's Saber manifested in his hand, its bright white blade exuding an unimaginable amount of pure, just aura. "Come on, you guys," Michael taunted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Don't be scaredy cats. Let's go on a little flight test. That is, if you can catch me without your original angel wings. I hope you aren't still pissed off about how I ripped them off your backs one by one." The three Merged Devils seethed with rage, their eyes blazing with fury. They knew Michael was rage-baiting them, but teasing them with their most humiliating defeat was all they needed to go into a murdering frenzy. With a collective snarl, they summoned all their power and lunged at Michael, who flew high up in the air to both eva