Asmodeus X Iruma Novels & Stories

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?".

"The witch bows to the fairy goddess. The witch bows to the fairy goddess. Rmina knows that fairy goddesses are better than witches. The witch bows to the fairy goddess. The witch bows to the fairy goddess. Rmina knows that fairy goddesses are better than witches." "I'm going to get you," Rmina says as I release her from my fairy dust. She tries to get me, but I twirl out of her way as I giggle and continue to sing. Next time, I will use my dust to make her twirl. Maybe I'll do it while she's on Trevor, let's see if she can twirl on a penis. _______________ Asmodeus P.O.V. I can't sleep. Something is wrong, but I'm not sure what. I throw a pair of pants on and pace around the house, trying t

As if he’s able to discern the direction my thoughts have taken, he says, “I’m a transplant—or, well, technically, I’m adopted into the pack since rogues destroyed my pack. Alpha Glendon and Luna Cherice allowed the family that I live with to take me in when I was just a pup and raise me as their own.” “I’m Maxon, by the way,” he says, holding out a dirt and blood-covered hand for me to shake. I glance at it with a raised eyebrow, and then back at him. “Oh, shit,” he says with a chuckle as he pulls his hand pack, dropping it to his side, and then wipes it against the leg of his jeans, which aren’t much cleaner than the hand itself. “It’s fine,” I say with a small chuckle of my own. “And my n

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.

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

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.

"What? A mortal's life is short. There will be no place for her here. There will be no chance of future reincarnations. What the fuck?" Asmodeus straightened his back and that caused him to reach his full height. He moved toward me slowly, each step deliberate, and the temperature in the room seemed to rise with every inch he closed between us. When he stopped, he was close enough that I could see the flicker of flame deep in his eyes.

But for Sol, this was nothing more than an old ceremony, that he had to perform every time he came here to study, or perhaps, spend time with his teacher. The moment he finished knocking, a weak turquoise light seemingly scanned him from head to toe before the part of the wall he stood in front of, transformed into a black door, a motif of a scarlet snake eating its own tail was meticulously engraved as an insignia of a certain God beast. This was the representation of Asmodeus. One of the fourteen divine divine beasts of this world. In this country, he was a respected entity as the representative of Goddess Luxuria. “How long do you plan to stand there like a dunce, come in?”

Osiris Darius barely has time to react before I lunge at him, my fist connecting with his jaw with a satisfying crunch. He stumbles back, blood spilling from his mouth, but I don’t stop. I can’t. I grab him by the collar, slamming him into the pack house wall so hard the plaster cracks. “You fucking piece of shit,” I growl, my face inches from his. “You think you can lay your hands on her and get away with it?”

All of them, except for Nazir and Alina, bow their heads, glass shattering in their hands as they grit their teeth from the harshness that's straining the pack bond. Malphas slowly walks around the table, his back muscles coiled like springs ready to pop. He carries the pitcher in one of his hands. As he reaches the wolf that called to me, he grabs his glass and pours mead. I watch, my throat dry as effects take hold of my body. I can't sense it. But my body is responding strangely. Gideon's influence was barely a breeze. This... is something different. Malphas slams the pitcher down and grabs the wolf's hair, tugging his head back, straining his neck.