روايات وقصص ضمن Asmodeus Voice Actor

One thing is, even though I am on the brink of death, I do not seem to be afraid at all. I know Abbadon and the rest have by now already noticed my absence and they will do whatever it takes to get me back but how can Asmodeus die for this stupid spell to be lifted? ‘Come close I want to tell you something.’ I tell Asmodeus with a calm voice. ‘We are the only ones here so you can tell me anything openly.’ Asmodeus tells me. ‘Please come close.’ I say with a soft voice and it works. He comes close and when he is close enough, I spit a large amount of mucus on his face and the expression he has on his face right now is just priceless.

She swallowed hard wetting her now dry mouth with saliva before she spoke. “Asmodeus is a tall, exquisite woman with long hair magenta lips…” Zande stopped her before she could finish seeing the way she was looking as she described Asmodeus. “How the hell do we know you are not her? Look at her dreamy eyes as she speaks about her, it’s like she admires her!” the wizard looked at his companion then back at the men.

Maybe it was because of the sunlight I just couldn’t be sure. “Is something wrong, beautiful? You have been scratching at your mark for a while now …do you not like it ?” I did not miss how low Asmodeus’s voice got as he asked the question. I could tell just by looking at him that giving him the wrong answer would just hurt his feelings so I gave him a light smile and shook my head no.

“Such a pitiful display...you two will never stand a chance against us.” The voice was like the rumble of a thousand thunderstorms, dark and fierce, laced with venom and malice, dripping with a hatred that could only come from the deepest, darkest pits of the underworld. Every word he spoke seemed to reverberate through the air, attempting to instill fear in its wake. “Overgrown goat,” I scoffed as I looked at the monstrosity above us. Asmodeus roared at my insult, his deep, gravelly voice echoing around us. “You dare insult a prince of hell?! You are no match for my power!”

“God, Layla, I am so sorry.” “Who are you talking about?” He looks up at me then. “Asmodeus… Amos.” The name whispers through the air between us on a cold breeze that seems misplaced. It’s stiflingly hot tonight, even though all the windows are open, yet my skin prickles with a chill that goes straight to my bones. “I’ve heard Aunt Penny say that name–”

We’d have even less blood available if Asmodeus didn’t start to cull the vampires while he was at it. I stretch and try to work up enough saliva to swallow past the dry burn in my throat. When I start to feel more alive than dead, I crawl out of my bed and leave the bedroom to find a fuming vampire screaming at one of his subordinates. “What’s going on?” I ask and clear my throat. “You,” Asmodeus hisses and comes straight for me. He doesn’t scare me anymore. He can hurt me, but he can’t kill me, and we both know it. “Where is that troublesome fucking groom of yours?”

“The Prince of Lechery, of lust. I’m the child of a noble king and a succubus.” Moaning, I brought my hands up to tangle them into his hair. The feeling of arousal and dread washed over me, I felt like I was drowning again. I needed to do this, I had to find out what I was. Needed to know what he was, if this was going as far as I thought it would be. “My given name is Asmodeus, but I’d prefer it if you called me Sin.” He said nipping at my collarbone, I knew that his love bites would leave marks. He rolled his hips, pressing his erection against my already sensitive core.

Ardina didn't know what it was, but, there was a plan she was planning for the next. "I'm so sorry, Your Highness Asmodeus, can we continue with this coronation?" asked the middle-aged man who was too disturbing Asmodeus's happy moment right now. "Oh, yes, continue prime minister," said Asmodeus, breaking his thoughts at the middle-aged man who turned out to be a prime minister of hell.

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.

As expecting, both my brother and Archer straighten up upon spotting a stranger headed towards them. Asmodeus halts in his tracks and raises his hands in the air. “I am Asmo. I am a new recruit here.” I feel strangeness in his words. It feel like something is tickling the back of my brain. Then, I start to realize the reason behind it. Asmo is using his powers of persuasion on them. “Asmo.” Archer repeats his name. His body relaxing a bit. I see him furrowing his brows as he tries to recall who he is.