Obey Me Asmodeus Novels & Stories

Dare. Right. Maybe it’s the tequila finally kicking in or the painful new shoes or the fact that my skin is itchy as hell and probably beet red as well underneath the mohair, but something insane hits, and I give him my own Miss American wave—only it’s really a one-finger salute. It’s a whole new level of juvenile, completely childish and revealing. I’m bitter, it screams. I hate you is scrawled across my face. Same is what he’s thinking if the tightening of his lips is anything to go on

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!”

The flames flickered against his reflection in the glass, painting him in ghostly orange. "Fueron mis mejores ¿no?" he asked, voice low but steely. (Translation: They were my best, weren’t they?) "Sí, jefe. Entrenado, leal. Operarios de grado de sombra". The underboss hesitated feeling scared for their life now because he has started to act like a psychopath. (Translation: Yes, boss. Trained, loyal. Shadow-grade operatives.) "Y ahora no son más que huesos y sangre en el pavimento americano." he growled, spinning around so fast the wine glass on the desk tipped.

I was standing in Hell again, facing a demon with alluring eyes and power that pressed against my skin like physical weight. "It is rare that I make pacts with mortals," Asmodeus said. His voice was the grinding of stone. He moved closer, crouching until we were eye to eye. Those eyes locked onto mine, burning with curiosity and hunger. "But when I do, I ensure they enjoy the gifts I give… for the proper price." "I will not lie to you," he continued. His voice softened in a way that made it infinitely worse. "My son's fixation on you is unlike anything I have ever seen. It gives me reason to be… wary."

KIAAN I feel the moment that Asmodeus asks... Demands entry. I, however, don’t even hesitate to allow him that entrance. What I wasn’t expecting was for Asmodeus takes full control from me. My pet struggles more and more and I smile a little as I feel Asmodeus move our hands, holding hers down long enough for him to then slap her hard across the cheek. She is smart as she stops moving immediately and I watch and feel the fear come from her as we say in a much deeper voice,

Asmodeus's eyes zeroed in on us with gazelle-like intensity and sent shivers down my spine . Panic washed over me as I tried to push Odeus off me and warn him about Asmodeus but he did not care as he stopped nibbling on my neck and shut me up with his lips on mine and his tongue in my mouth .

“Oh, if I see it, it's Amasteus. - Asmodeus said, when approaching the palace, he was in the fortress of Darkness. – I know your game. – The demon said. - What you want? – At that time, it was Amasteus who asked. I want to play too. – Asmodeus said. - And what do you want in return? – This time was Sasha's question. - Influence and a planet. – Asmodeus said. - Let's make a contract. – Amasteus said. - Well then. – Asmodeus said. - You speak in front of everyone, you command armies, I've seen you declaring your power. - Tenebra said.

And that's exactly what Shobek intended to do. Asmodeus frowned and crossed his arms, "don't say it as if it won't ever happen! You know I am also waiting for you... I'll drop everything and come rushing to your side as soon as you ask. That's all you need to do for me...." Asmodeus gave Shobek a once over before biting the bottom of his lip as a hunger seemed to glaze over his eyes. "And as I said the last thousand times, my answer is still no. Now if you don't mind, I have places to be." Shobek glanced down at Kasey before turning around to continue their journey.

No matter how they bullied me or abused me, I never resisted again. When the electroshock baton was finally pulled away, smoke rose from my throat as I collapsed limply onto the bed. Tyler stared at me in disbelief before demanding, "Don't stop! I don't believe he's actually learned to be this obedient!" The men, who were actually thugs, exchanged a look before handing me a bottle of sulfuric acid to drink. Everyone was convinced I would finally tear off my "facade of obedience" and start raging about the injustice like I used to. However, I simply flashed an eerie smile and parted my lips.

He sat down beside me. “When the pact was forged,” he began, his voice soft but filled with a strange bitterness, “I, Eden Ashmore, the youngest son, took it lightly. It felt more like a chore than a calling—a duty you could ignore if it didn’t suit you at the moment.” He glanced at me, his eyes dark with regret. “I didn’t share my brothers’ or sisters’ zeal. They hunted the supernatural with fire in their veins, believing they were saving the world from monsters. But me?” He gave a short, bitter laugh. “I believed something different.”