Asmodeus Redesign Novels & Stories

you might be wondering how they look like, right? Hmm, mm.... Let's see. Asmodeus has light blonde hair with the tips dyed white. He's dressed like every single person I've seen so far, in the Victorian style but more black and white, I mean he kind of looks like Yin and Yang decided to paint his clothes today. Still, what's really intriguing about him are his eyes. They are golden but with a blue hue in the middle. They look enchanting and mesmerizing. Guess that's why every girl or woman wants to be with him. Lucifer has blonde-platinum hair, like every other demon he is dressed in the Victorian style, but his eyes are another thing. Stormy gray eyes, what a coincidence.

I have known for centuries my friend, many more years before we became close" he took a few steps closer to Connor and Fenris "This is not why I befriended you Old Wolf" his voice silky trying to soothe them "Can I speak to Connor now Alpha?" Asmodeus wanted to speak with him already knowing Fenris needed to prepare himself and fast so Fenris receded and let Connor be in full control "Now isn't that much better?" Asmodeus said adjusting the buttons on his Armani suit Connor exhaled loudly turning on his heel walking back up the stairs heading to the office that now needed repaired. Asmodeus followed knowing Connor would have more questions and be a bit more reasonable than his counter part.

Asmodeus is then thrown out of Kiaan and back into his body within Bardgatory. Even though he is weak from the two quick travels that are not sanctioned for pacific reasons for any of his kind, he quickly sits forward and watches what is happening through the porthole. Kiaan screams in pain as he grabs at his chest, trying to remove the amulet that now seems to be embedded into his skin.

With her. “I’m not choosing you,” she said. Elias’s expression softened into something like sadness. “Then you’re choosing death.” The monolith split down the centre with a thunderous crack. From the gap crawled a shape larger than any of the shadow-wolves — a beast built of bones and ash, eyes like black suns, claws dragging trenches in the earth. The runes along its body glowed red, matching the veins in the sky. It roared, a sound that shook the trees. The Hollow itself seemed to lean closer.

The child changed. It happened in a blink—too fast for the mind to process, too fluid for reality to hold. The small frame lengthened, bones stretching, shadow peeling away from flesh as if it had simply been waiting for permission to reform. When the motion stopped, the child was gone. Asmodeus stood there again, tall and terrible. Seven feet of raw, ancient power. His presence filled the air like smoke and thunder, pressing down on Elena until even the act of breathing seemed like rebellion. The copper tint of his skin caught the dim light, and the yellow of his eyes flared like twin suns.

My laugh was one full of warning, “You don’t understand—” “I gave you what I promised, and nothing more. I can’t tell you how to get from point A to point B. What would be the purpose in doing that? You make your own future, Morningstar spawn.” Asmodeus stretched his arms above his head and stood. The flaps of his trench coat swayed in the cold breeze. His milky eyes appeared bright in the dark. “It was lovely meeting you, but I have places to be.” I shot up from my seat, “No, wait!”

He liked his trophies quiet; he liked his victims to be nothing more than instruments for his discordant music. Asmodeus loomed over her, a vision of absolute horror. He had lost the ability to wear a human mask. He was a hulking, skeletal wolf-thing, his gray muscles twitching under translucent skin, his ribs showing like a cage of rot. He moved with a jerky, unnatural grace as he dipped a gnarled claw into a bowl of thick, dark fluid—a mixture of his own necrotic blood and consecrated ash.

I’ll be at your place by 6, and maybe I’ll even have a gift for you. P.S. One of the boxes has something I want you to have on under your dress for me tonight. Asmodeus I went over to my desk to open the one box to find a necklace and a pair of earrings. The necklace looked to be platinum gold, with three large red rubies, and were inter lace like an old-fashioned look to it. The earrings of course matched the necklace, and I’m really thinking this guy has a thing with the color red. The other box had a red lacey bra, undies with a grader belt, and some knee-high red nylons. All I can say is yes, this guy has a thing for red, and most likely I’ll find out why later. After getting ready for t

Even Shedim had to admit that Asmodeus was an extremely ugly demon. As a human he may seem like a rugged thug who was balding with a full beard and tattooed head. Some women might even go for him if they liked the rough type more, though, that would be the most fatal mistake of their life. In his demon form- he has three heads, those of an ogre, a ram and a bull which are all sexually licentious creatures. He has the feet of a cock, another sexually aggressive creature; and has the wings and tails of a serpent. He also rides on a dragon similar to Shedim and breathes fire.

Asmodeus stared at Mammon,he hadn't been there to see what happened but as usual he was never late to crash the the party.Asmodeus spoke,"Momo don't be ridiculous!,stand up and greet me like a brother should".Momo was a nickname Asmodeus called Mammon."I must acknowledge my king or should I still call you Asmo".Asmo was the nickname of Asmodeus.He rose to his feet and gave Asmo a big warm brotherly hug."I missed you bro,been long since you came to my office in person.Let me guess you need a loan?".