promise you i'm wearing the crown

number 1, spin your head around. asmodeus, prince of hell, connoisseur of lust.

[abaddoomed]

"We should really get on our way then, I know a place," Abaddon knew several, but that wasn't the point; they just knew it was really vital to get there before the real dinner rush packed in and they had to wait for a table. Even a ten minute wait would make Abaddon extremely unpleasant and that just wouldn't be fair to his good brudder, Oz. "Why don't you give me a hint on the gritty details as we walk?" Abaddon didn't want to rush the other but, glancing at his watch, they had to get a decent power walk in to be first in line.

[asmodeusxcx]

"Well for one, the amount of people who pile into my establishment for sex toys is actually ridiculous." And so much fun, he was waiting to catch a senator or two. "Secondly, this whole place is a mess." But Abaddon probably knew that and as they make their way to whatever establishment that gluttony had decided on, Asmodeus tried to count all the vague tea on their fingers. "Though the parties seem wild for even me." Again, the orgies though, how good could those be without him? "Can't have one without someone dying."

[xpsychex]

The question honestly threw her for a loop. Psyche had never really thought about anything sexual if it didn't include someone else. Eros was good enough most of the time. Beelzelbub was more than good enough. Yet she never really bothered with simply pleasing herself. She had been aware of the concept, but it always felt like she didn't need to do any of that. What was the point of it? The thought crossed her head long enough for her to forget what she was doing. In her hand was a very large dildo that she had picked up and immediately put down. That wasn't going anywhere near her. She looked back up to Asmodeus. "Oh no, I don't...I don't do that."

[asmodeusxcx]

Asmodeus blinked once, twice, and then looked her over and stepped out from behind the counter to gesture to all of her. She's beautiful, if she wasn't with someone else, surely she spent ample time herself indulging from time to time. While something about her did scream virginal, they rarely met someone who was new to self pleasure. "Well certainly not anything of that nature, not yet at least." Very carefully, he corrals her away from the sizable dildos and towards the shelf of simple bullet vibrators. "Something without all the bells and whistles, perhaps." And nothing with that damn pulse setting that absolutely nobody used.

[xcaradocx]

"You're telling me this is news to you?" Caradoc tried not to laugh, letting his finger trail along the rim of the glass he was holding. He couldn't imagine that the greater demon was just into sex, seemed a bit flat of someone that was supposed to be the ruler of a circle. "People have always been into sex. It's obvious, it sells, and it's expected. I don't need a job though. Thanks anyway. I don't work."

[asmodeusxcx]

"The last time I checked, humanity was still appalled to eating ass, here they are now writing about it in that Cosmopolitan magazine like it's nothing." It was about time, honestly. What was taboo was slowly becoming commonplace which made them curious as to what they'd discover next. "And please, it's hardly work." It's more something to do, a way to keep an ear to the ground. But then again, Caradoc had gotten out of the Inferno by being summoned, he was there attached to the ball and chain that was a witch. The thought of which had him raising a brow, crossing his legs at the ankle. "That witch of yours, anything interesting there?"

[asmodeusxcx]

Person: @mammcn Location: Babylon The low light of the casino practically goes out as he walks through it. It's certainly a nice place, it's what they expect from Mammon of all people though, decadence. They all get along swimmingly, he thinks, Mammon, Abaddon, and himself. Greed, gluttony, lust, they all went hand in tempting hand and they make a point to maybe suggest a few people keep playing the slots, one of their silly card games, as they make their way to the Prince of Greed. "Quite a place you've got here." He says as he promptly seats himself across from Mammon at one of the VIP card tables. "I imagine it's pretty lucrative."

[samrathx]

"Another sex party." It was more pointed than the last time they'd spoken because while it mattered very little to Samrath whether or not people lived or died, he didn't appreciate what was a very obvious attempt to provoke him. Delivered in a deadpan fashion because it lacked any originality, a single facet of a very uncomplicated individual. Samrath had burned bright and died young in life, things like this interested him significantly less now in death.

"That's because I didn't give it." Downright dismissive as the Greater Demon's very obvious lack of tact, going forward he'd pass off any sex-related deaths to Hwijid. The other reaper was much older than Samrath, maybe he would know how to handle this... Culprit. "Why do you do it?" Demons weren't all surface but Samrath didn't see anything beneath that veneer when he looked at the other. Prince of Lust or whatever Asmodeus had called himself, from where the reaper stood he just looked hollow. The man was dead, his soul, however invisible to Asmodeus stood now beside Samrath; he wouldn't stay long.

[asmodeusxcx]

"The orgies? For fun I suppose." He pretends to think about it for a second and there's really not that much to it. Not all of the time anyways, sometimes it was boredom, sometimes they wanted attention, perhaps it was the only way they thought they could be worshipped now. "Is it not liberating to take away all inhibition and just give into temptation? Most of the people who show up are wound so tight you could put a lump of coal up their ass and it'd be a diamond when you managed to finally pull it out." People with some of those office jobs, lawyers, mortals with all of their fancy framed pieces of paper. They were so repressed and yet it took nothing for him to convince them to just give into their desires. "Don't they deserve some fun?" A couple of orgasms even, and then they were on their way.

[asmodeusxcx]

Valentine's Day Scrapbook: Samrath & Asmodeus

"I want to fuck with you You could bring your friend too Or is it too taboo? Remember who you're talking to" - "Sour Switchblade", Elita @samrathx

[asmodeusxcx]

Person: @samrathx Location: A Party (That's a Codename for a "party") It's been a couple of weeks and while things at Eden are always somewhat interesting and worst case scenario, he can always entice someone to the back room, but Asmodeus can't deny the boredom. All of the decadence, all of the orgies, all of that temptation was easy. It was nothing to look at someone and convince them to steal something or take another glass of wine, say something that was on their mind. Where was the fun? Where was the challenge? The dying man at the foot of the bed has nothing to do with Asmodeus, not directly. The party consisted of a decent amount of vampires who were more than happy to drink their fill of the man who'd shown up to the party in khaki's. That alone was enough for perhaps the entire room to think he had to go. There's ample wine, there's a lot of skin on display, the place itself is beautiful, the lights dimmer around where he sits perfectly perched (with the usual leather pants) on the bed. "You know, I didn't get your name last time." The reaper once again strides into the room as the man at the end of the bed, still khaki clad, fades away as three separate pairs of fangs go to town. Asmodeus doesn't pay attention to them after waving a hand to shoo the vampire's who pout but know better if they want to get invited next time.

[asmodeusxcx]

Asmodeus, Lupercalia

“There better be a naked cheerleader under your bed!” — Hank Hill, King of the Hill

[xcaradocx]

Caradoc sighed now, though he took a sip from his drink anyway, listening as the other prattled on. "You have a business?" A job? Caradoc nearly gagged, but he held it together with a cough, "Okay, okay, I'll bite. What is this....business?" The demon wasn't sure he could have another job outside of the one that he had at the moment. Protecting Raff and all of that. He couldn't let his little witch wander without him; the world was still dangerous.

[asmodeusxcx]

"It would seem the mortals like to peruse all sorts of perversion in an ambient space, believe it or not." They understand the appeal, if you were shopping for something for sex, shouldn't the place itself be sexy? Somewhere you might want to slip into the back and put some of those toys to work? "Whole place is full of sex toys from the average bullet vibe to furniture. It would seem this generation is getting very comfortable with the whole 'whips and chains' thing." There was a song out there by that Rihanna that boasted they excited her and how great was that?

[abaddoomed]

Most condemned Abaddon as the weird sibling as though they all didn't have their vices; so what if he'd gnawed on the remains of their once fallen siblings at least he didn't wear a silly sweater nonstop. Oz was one of the very few who didn't side eye him and it was appreciated, gluttony and lust could overlap, both principles of indulgence so if Oz couldn't understand than Abaddon would truly be by his lonesome. "I'm just glad you're enjoying the spoils of our freedom," years spent in cages that merely exacerbated their vices, Ulthar had always been flippantly cruel that way. "My idea of interesting is a seven course meal at What's Cookin'," plainly quipped but paired with a humored snort, they shrug, "Though I'm open to ideas."

[asmodeusxcx]

"Are you going to take up fine dining in all of Rome's fancy establishments? You should start one of those food instagram things." Abaddon of all people would know fine food when they saw it. And tasted it. And perhaps just kept ordering. It's not like he could judge and it's not like it wasn't something to do, it was just that there was this itch under his skin that Asmodeus didn't quite know how to scratch. Gluttony of all people would understand such a thing, the need for more. "I was thinking something a little more bloody, but we could discuss over dinner."

[samrathx]

At last the man croaked, the last of his brain activity faded into nothing. Well, truly, and definitively dead; perhaps this demon could have helped him, maybe anyone here could have, but they'd been too wrapped up in themselves to try. Predictable. The shade of the deceased came to stand invisibly at Samrath's side as he tugged at the reaper's sleeve and he offered him a sympathetic look of affection that brought his gaze away from the Riddler on the bedsheets. "The secret third option, neither." Samrath said to the demon instead. "Duty calls," he moved to escort the shade away before he looked back to the demon wrapped up in himself, his gaze flit momentarily about the room at the others in various stages of undress before he disappeared. "enjoy."

[asmodeusxcx]

Wine glass still upright as to not spill it, Asmodeus falls back against the mattress with a sigh that's wistful. A few of the people that had dispersed earlier find their way to the bed again, there's soft hands at his shoulders, kneading at the tension there. It's not so hard to find a reaper again and he has half a mind to kill someone else in that very room in hopes of bringing him back. Another day, they'd think of something grand perhaps, get him to come back to some kind of romantic gesture. It'd been a while since he'd been genuinely interested in someone. The hands around him, the bodies, the people in the room, they didn't mean anything. Boring, just there for the party, just there because of the pleasure they provided. It wasn't all that fun to tempt people with weak constitutions, there was nothing to it. The reaper didn't know it, but he'd incited something. "I'll figure it out." They say to no one in particular, content to fall back into the arms of whatever boring people have bothered flocking to them.

[samrathx]

Was that a riddle? Samrath wasn't interested in games; truthfully, he wasn't interested in much transpiring in this room. There were a lot of players in this city, and this party was the definition of that. Divinity muddling with mortality, the death toll was predictable. "The Riddler, then." The demon's ego all but demanded to be fed, but Samrath would do no such thing. If only because it was amusing to think about denying the creature that he'd built so much of his identity around.

[asmodeusxcx]

The reaper is both too much fun and no fun at all and Asmodeus can't say he doesn't really like a challenge. It's very satisfying to see someone give into temptation, arguably the best thing. Besides, he thinks the reaper is enjoying denying him and while that's certainly something, it means they're both playing the game. "I trust you'll find out soon enough. You should see when I get the vampires going, they often get carried away." The statement is outright dismissive as they go about perching themselves back on the red sheeted queen size mattress. If a death would bring about this one in particular, he'd have to make sure it kept happening while he was in various stages of undress. "I can keep you around with work or you could see me outside of it."

[abaddoomed]

a starter for @asmodeusxcx, location: somewhere slutty

"I thought I'd find you here," well, it was one of several smutty, scandalous, guesses but Abaddon was just pleased they hadn't had to filter through the various options before finding Oz. There's some writhing bodies atop of Oz but at least they're all clothed and they all seem to get the picture and scurry away when Abaddon makes himself clearly known. Gluttony overlaps with greed and lust, it's a subtle distinction but avarice bleeds into every sin so it's of little debate to get into the semantics of it all. He'd always related to Mammon and Oz, they were the two who weren't struck as vainglorious bastards on the surface level, and they appreciated the mere fact that flies weren't swarming whenever Oz was near. Locusts were one thing but flies were gnarly little scavengers that he'd rather ignore. Even gluttons could have their preferences; anyway, where was he, "I didn't mean to be a spoilsport like you know who." Whatever, Oz had their ways, they'd likely be rooted in something far more debauch within minutes of Abaddon leaving.

[asmodeusxcx]

"Am I so obvious?" The tone of his voice suggests vague boredom but he still looks to Abaddon of all people with an almost lazy smirk. The stripper in their lap and the entourage they provided all seem to scurry from the VIP with the approach of the other Archfiend and Asmodeus didn't think they could be blamed. Lap now empty, they cross their leather clad legs and look to Abaddon pointedly. "I do hope you're intending to be interesting though." Flirt was fun as is, and Abaddon is good company, gluttony was something that came out of too much temptation, taking on too many indulgences.

[mcrningstarx]

"The things that concern you are only tragic to you and worrisome to me." Lucifer did value loyalty though. As much as Asmodeus was always talking about whatever sex they were having, they were still very much complimenting him as much as he required. If anything, they were singing his praises much more often than the others. Beelzebub went about it in his own way, but their friendship was far different than Lucifer's was with the rest of the Archfiends that had followed him. "I don't aim to cheer him up. I prefer his off-putting personality." Then a thought passed his mind. "I'm sure he may already be 'cheered up' though. None of us would ever know for sure."

[asmodeusxcx]

"Who is to say?" They shrug, as if to reiterate 'who is to say' and grinning is something hard to stop doing in the other's presence. Lucifer being there means things were bound to get very interesting very fast. Not as if they weren't already, every day aside from the orgies, there were people pouring into the shop like flies to a spider's web. "Where are you staying, we can't have you off all people living in squalor. I'd offer the villa I've acquired but it's...." He waves a hand kind of dismissively because it's not like the building itself wasn't beautiful, it was the decor he was still figuring out. Not every room could be red with leather accents, a cliche dungeon situation wasn't it.

[asmodeusxcx]

"No, I found a villa. It's nice, could use new paint, but it'll get there." They know Beezlebub doesn't care, not really, but they can't let someone else get the last word in. Pants on and laced up, Asmodeus thinks the worst thing that could actually happen would be stepping on one of Ba'al's bugs so getting to discarded socks and boots is a difficult dance. "You seem rather concerned about Lucifer showing up. One day I'm going to get you to have fun that isn't just ruining everyone else's."

[beelzebulx]

"How nice for you, Asmodeus." The extent of how much Ba'al cared dripped alongside the archfiend's sarcasm. He did not want to think about the paint his brother implied he needed. "Only you would take my request that you cover your cock as though I was somehow worried about Lucifer," Ba'al said pointedly as a roach skittered up Asmodeus' arm, though now that his brother was only slightly more decent, the archfiend could stand to look at him. Even as he danced about the insects in some comical fashion.

[asmodeusxcx]

Asmodeus looks squarely to the cockroach and their eyes narrow before they're flinging it off via shaking their arm. "I take being clothed very seriously." He wishes Ba'al would take a joke better considering his idea of a joke was well, all of this. Standing there before the other Archfiend, he crosses his arms across his chest. "How's Psyche? She came into the little shop I've taken for myself you know." Which was something they were still rather gleeful about when they thought about it. Actually the amount of people who came in to buy a little extra something were mostly amusing, but it was even better when it was someone they knew. "Getting all sorts of people in there."

[lili-mj]

[samrathx]

"I'm sure you think you are." A tingle ran up his arm as the demon walked past him. It was new but not genuine; that much was obvious. A touch like that didn't have "I take it people don't tell you enough that you should keep your hands to yourself." Not a question, but Samrath delivered in the same tired, deadpan cadence that the reaper was known for. He hadn't been much different in life; Samrath had approached everything with this same casual indifference that defined him; this demon had an apparent neediness to him that spoke to a very blatant desire to be the center of attention. "You're not a standard demon, are you?"

[asmodeusxcx]

A standard demon? Asmodeus doesn't know whether to laugh or be terribly offended by the mere sentiment, but they stand there and pour themselves an ample glass of wine, scoff at the audacity. "Standard? I'm afraid I'm above and beyond such a thing." Wine glass in hand and not a single stitch of clothing in sight, they saunter back over to the reaper, step over the body of the soon to be deceased human. The candles in the scones on the wall dim or brighten back up depending on where they are. "You could say I'm a connoisseur of pleasure." They offer a slight raise of a shoulder before taking a sip of wine that's could be just a touch sweeter. "Arguably, the epitome of it."