Asmodian's Contract นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Immediately, he was excited, so he laughed and said, “Ms. Assex, I’m used to being a spontaneous person. I do business based on the affinity at a glance. If someone pleases my eyes, I won’t frown the slightest even if it's a five-billion-dollar business, let alone a fifty-million-dollar business. Ms. Assex, this contract depends on your sincerity.” Dorothy sneered. Her eyes were as sharp as daggers but her voice remained sweet as she said, “According to Mr. Maldini, what should I do then? You can just say it directly.” “Great. Since Ms. Assex has asked, I won’t hide it from you. I want you! At eight o’clock tonight, come to Riverside No. 7 Villa. If you do come, not only will I give you the

“Don’t be mad. This one? He was going to kill you eventually. I did you a favor.” “Get back to your pit, demon,” Torrock snapped. “Oh, I will,” Asmodeus grinned, adjusting his new body. “But not until we finish our deal. Just call me… General Asmodeus.” Torrock’s stomach twisted with dread. He had made a mistake that might cost him everything. --- Back at Audubon Charlene, Seth, Idris, Heth, and ReNew had just returned from battle, worn but victorious. The cave welcomed them with warmth—but something was off.

I took the scroll and stone warily and tucked them into my front pocket, feeling the weight of this mission weighing heavily on my soul. “Pleasure doing business with you wolf.” He said before standing up and walking off behind a curtain. I sighed and rubbed my brows, I hoped I made the right decision. I stepped down from the VIP section and made my way to the others. Asmodeus stopped me halfway there, “what did you bargain with him?” He asked worriedly. “We have to do some trials, it’s no big deal,” I tell him. His eyes got comically large. “You can’t do those!”

She admitted, looking at his window, far from his face. "I want a contract," He broke the news. "A contact?" The confused woman asked. "Yes," He answered, keeping a straight face. "I don't have my phone here," She answered, standing on her feet. "What do we need a phone for?" Greg asked, raising his head to look at her. "You want a contract, with who? Thomas's company?" "Ohhh, sit down," He said. "What contract is it you want?" She asked, settling on the chair again.

She couldn’t hide the look on her face at his words, so she said, “I know Ancients have helped you and are in true control of your forces.” The smile on Asmodeus’s face did not falter. His ocean eyes seemed to shine with pride at her words. “Yes. I have been a pawn in their game, but, like you, I am no mere plaything. They have us lined up like chess pieces on a board, but I see another way through this.” His eyes bore into her soul as he continued, “I don’t want to fight you. It would be a shame to scratch such a beautiful face.” The blue in his eyes sparkled with hunger and amusement as he watched her bristle at his remark. He ran his tongue over his fangs as if imagining what her blood wo

Just as she was about to lose her grip and succumb to her emotions, his firm hand enveloped her wrist, preventing her from falling. She shifted her teary gaze from the papers to him, only to witness her heart shattering even more painfully. His sinister smile and the satisfaction gleaming in his darkened eyes reflected the depths of her vulnerability and brokenness. "I don't just want your body, but I want every part of you in every way possible, Angel," he uttered, moved closer to her and bent down to her level. "Now, what is your decision?" he whispered hoarsely against her face. "Are you willing to sign these papers and permit me to possess every single aspect of your existence?"

'' I agree, ''I told him exactly that but he was being very stubborn about it,'' Both of her eyes roll as she continues to smile, letting me lean back on my seat. ''We've signed the contract. It's really going to happen and it's going to last for a year. Now, there is no more turning back . . . we just have to go on with it,'' I say, loud enough for her to hear.

"The witches are niché beings, amongst the humans, also known as the wives of Asmodeus — The divine beast of Luxuria. Divine beasts and goddesses can make contracts irrelevant to their capacity. But among all the fifteen divine beasts, only Asmodeus was given the right to contract with a large number of humans." "A contract with Asmodeus allows humans to use magic but they have to pay certain prices. The first being the curse of eternal youth. Even until their death. A normal witch will never look older than a prepubescent girl. The second being the curse of love. All their relationships are doomed to fail one way or another. The third one… "

She couldn’t. Because somewhere in those pages, she knew, lay the answer to everything she’d become. The seatbelt sign went off. She opened the file again, flipping to the last page. It was a contract—her signature at the bottom. Dated two years before she’d ever met Ethan. Her heart stopped. She read the clause twice to be sure. “Subject: Aria Morgan (A.M.)—legally appointed proxy through prior family obligation. Transfer initiated by C. Morgan, witness E. Blackwood.”

Magnus began, stepping forward, “I didn't come as an adversary, but as a brother. There are things we must consider…like a delicate case like this.” I fought the urge to yawn, I simply stared, a bored expression plastering my face. He continued in a diplomatic but cautious tone. “The boy…Milo… was a pact made by two leaders of a pack. The contract is binding and... “The boy is mine,” I snapped. I was already on the verge of losing it. “We know, Alpha Damon. But the contract says that he should be returned after the debts have been made in full.” I raised a brow. “You think I care about some parchment?”