What Happens To Asmodeus In Asmodeus Will Not Give Up Vol 2?

Volume 2 of 'Asmodeus Will Not Give Up' really cranks up the tension for our favorite demon lord! Asmodeus, after barely scraping by in Volume 1, finds himself in an even tighter spot—his powers are flickering unpredictably, and the celestial bureaucracy is breathing down his neck. There’s this hilarious yet nerve-wracking scene where he tries to bluff his way through a meeting with an archangel, only for his tail to betray him by puffing up like a startled cat. The volume digs deeper into his grudging partnership with the human protagonist, too; their dynamic shifts from outright hostility to something resembling... well, not friendship, but maybe mutual annoyance with benefits?

What really got me was the emotional gut punch near the end. Asmodeus confronts a fragment of his past—a relic from when he wasn’t just a scheming devil but someone capable of vulnerability. The art in that chapter is stunning; shadows swallow half his face as he hesitates to destroy the object. It’s rare to see a character who thrives on chaos show such quiet conflict. By the final page, he’s made a decision that’ll clearly haunt him in Volume 3, and I’m already obsessively refreshing the publisher’s site for release dates.

Volume 2 is where Asmodeus’s bravado finally cracks—not completely, but enough to see the gears turning underneath. A standout moment is when he’s trapped in a ‘kindness curse’ that forces him to help humans voluntarily. Watching him seethe while handing out umbrellas to strangers is peak comedy, but it also subtly reshapes his worldview. He begins noticing how humans exploit each other’s weaknesses far more creatively than demons do, which rattles him. The art style shifts during these scenes, too; his usual sharp lines blur slightly, mirroring his confusion. By the end, he’s not ‘redeemed,’ but there’s a glimmer of something new—maybe respect, maybe just better strategic awareness. Either way, I’m hooked.

If you thought Asmodeus was in trouble before, Volume 2 throws him straight into the inferno—literally at one point. The stakes feel higher because his usual bag of tricks starts failing; there’s a running theme of him being ‘out of date’ with modern human emotions, which leads to some brilliant comedy (like him trying to understand viral memes as a form of psychological warfare). His pride takes a beating, especially when a low-ranking imp outsmarts him in a contract negotiation. But here’s the twist: his vulnerability becomes his strength. He starts noticing loopholes in hell’s hierarchy that he’d ignored for centuries, all because he’s forced to think smaller and scrappier.

The human characters also call him out more this time. There’s a rooftop argument where someone shouts, ‘You’re not a king here—you’re just another loser clinging to what’s left!’ and the way his smirk falters lives rent-free in my head. The volume ends with him staring at his reflection in a puddle, rain dissolving his usual dramatic flair, and I’ve never wanted to hug a demon more.