Asmodeus Redesign Novels & Stories

I've never seen Asmodeus in his proper form, but my bond with Lucy is so strong I somehow know it's him without even asking to confirm my suspicions. Asmodeus is horrendous, a creature with the middle face of an older man and a cow and sheep as the two others. His body is a lion, with multiple limbs of different creatures that don't seem to belong. I repress a shudder, disgusted by him. 'It seems more people are coming over to play,' Lucy comments before his scales light up in red. 'Perhaps it's time to take my proper form for this fight. I need my A-game.' "You mean you're not at your strongest in the dragon one?" I ask, gasping in disbelief. "This is the battle of our lifetime, and you mea

I’m just restraining my feeling of disgust towards that demon general or else I might crush his mouth with one single blow. Glade and Deborah take turns in attacking Asmodeus. They alternately give a massive blow to their opponent with their celestial weapon. On the other hand, Asmodeus just keeps on countering their attacks with his weapon. His pet, which is a hybrid of a lion and a dragon, helped him to block Glade’s and Deborah’s attack. Then suddenly, Asmodeus spitted a crimson fire from his human head that made Deborah and Glade quickly retreat from striking him.

The room is only dimly lit by a night light hanging in the far corner. I sat up from the bed and untied the wound in my abdomen. I cringe at the wound. I can’t believe the human's got hold of Zylian poison. But I guess I am lucky to be found and treated by my mate or else I am sure I will be in serious trouble. The wound is not wholly healed but I’m sure I will be healed completely in a week or less than that if I can get medical treatment from my planet healers. I cringed as I tried to stand up. It still hurts but I can tolerate the pain.

“I could use a change of clothing, though.” “Me too,” someone says from the doorway. The power of the vampire that enters the parlour is such that I take several steps backwards, hitting a heavy desk very hard with my thighs. He has long, white hair that reaches down to his hips and long, thick fingernails that are badly in need of a cut. I could have sworn his eyes are red, but when I blink, they’re a strange kind of translucent amber colour. Everyone ignores my reaction to Asmodeus, which leads me to believe that it’s normal. “Are you in need of donors?” Lazarus asks.

Black unseeing eyes now dotted with white in the center seemed to stare directly at her. Minera. Asmodeus stood, his back still to her. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve and chuckled lowly. “So you came.” He turned slowly, his movements jerky and his head bobbing as if he couldn’t hold it up straight. When he looked at her, the oceans in his eyes were completely still and dull. Gray eyes peered at her.

Asmodeus tilted his head, intrigued, while Andromeda scowled, her frustration palpable. “Interesting,” Asmodeus mused. “You’ve tapped into something rare. But will it be enough?” I didn’t respond. Instead, I launched forward, a blur of fur and light. Asmodeus met me head-on, his flames roaring as they clashed with my wind-driven magic. The collision sent shockwaves through the cavern, cracks appearing across the walls.

The collar rune around my throat snapped—light cracking like glass. It dissolved. Mara’s face twisted with rage. “No,” she hissed. “You don’t get to—” “I do,” I snapped. I turned to the black-water seam and spoke the only command that mattered. “RETURN.” Ash surged—not upward, not outward—*sideways*, into the water like a hook. The black water fought, swirling, trying to swallow my ash. I clenched my jaw and pushed. “RETURN HER.” The water bulged. A shape rose.

Essentially, Ves left out much of the arrogance embedded in the base model. Since he hadn't made any major changes, Ves finished updating his Nero after only half a day. After Ves added in the finishing touches, he let the System evaluate his redesigned variant. He aptly named it the Nero Redivivus, after a somewhat dubious legends that the Ancient Roman emperor rose from the dead. Ves imagined he succeeded in bringing his older work back to life. [Design Evaluation: CA-1B Nero Redivivus.] Variant name: CA-1B Nero Redivivus

The name sounded utterly fantastical, straight out of a forbidden grimoire. "Yes, I know him, through Perseus, actually." She explained, her voice steady. "He's a rather notorious retailer and a defect dragon at Reek's Market, a hidden, underground bazaar notorious for illegal magical exchanges. Asmodeus learned wizardry from an old, powerful wizard, so he's an absolute professional when it comes to potions, especially reverse ones, potions designed to undo spells or curses." She paused, her expression clouding slightly. "There's just one slight problem he mentioned, however."

If I had any doubts about their loyalty I don't anymore as I watch Dion kill the hound who was his second in command. Asmodeus stands back to watch. He's not going to get out of here unscathed. In fact, he's not going to get out of here at all. I make myself tiny and fly over to him. Look at the big bad demon hiding behind his dogs. How about we make him a dog? I blow some of my dust on him. He changes into an ugly brown dog that looks like a mix between a pitbull and a chihuahua. I make myself normal size and stand in front of him.