by the fires of hell

asa. crossroads demon. master.

[daemonasa]

@holygraced​

The fridge closed behind Asa as he turned around to set down a stack of vegetables that he’d pulled out onto the counter, pushing them off to the side for later. Now he had to remember that he wasn’t just cooking for himself and the occasional guest, he’d now have another person to feed for good. Well, until one of them ended up dead. Which would either be one day or never. Asa took up his drink from the counter and walked back in the direction of the living room where he’d been setting up to get comfortable and watch a movie. Instead, he veered off when he reached it in favor of the stairs.

“Zeeeeeph,” Asa sang out as he searched around for the other before finding the Nephilim. “Can you pretty please take the stick out of your ass? At least no one else can bother you now. Just me. And we both know I’m your favorite person.”

[daemonasa]

nicotheincubus·:

“Guess I’ll just have to make a good impression, huh,” Nico chuckled, rolling to his feet and stretching his arms up over his head, His shirt rose, exposing a sliver of toned abs.  “Do you have any…preferences I should know about or shall I surprise you?”

“Oh, now you’re speaking my language,” Asa said with a devilish grin. “I’ve always been very fond of surprises. They keep life far less boring and I think we’re both very aware of how boring life can be.” Asa’s eyes wandered over the other, making no attempt to hide his opinion. Asa always did love with L’Enfer brought in pretty ones. “Now why don’t we get out of here and somewhere much more to my liking, hm?” The demon offered with his hand held out.

[daemonasa]

samaelczerny·:

“Man, this shit is not working out for my hair.” The cambion sighed, running his fingers into the short locks that had grown in the past month. 

@thornhavenstarters·

“I think I might just have to agree, you’re not too far off there from looking like a shaggy dog,” Asa mused from where he stood. “I’m afraid I never became very skilled at cutting hair during my time. Probably a useful lesson but really, who has time for that?” There were much more important things and Asa had the luxury of paying someone to worry about his hair. “I’d be careful or the guards might just shave it all off.”

[daemonasa]

holygraced·:

“ no one said they were perfect. “ and if he did, he didn’t mean it. humanity was not perfect. it was far from perfect, but at the end of the day, zephyr was still half human. ending humanity meant ending apart of him and that was something he couldn’t do. “ but i’m also human. or at least half. “ zephyr was always under the impression that asa forgot that sometimes. he wasn’t fully angel, he never would be. unlike asa who would always be fully demon, zephyr had humanity attached to him and sometimes he wished he didn’t. he felt like would be easier. 

he was starting to get angry again. each time asa opened his mouth, he literally wanted to punch his teeth down his throat. “ you are the fucking monster. at least you finally admit it. humans were given free will. yes, there are some bad ones. but not every human is a monster. my mother was not a monster. the people i fought with? they were not monsters because they were killing your kind. they were fighting for survival. that’s the issue with your kind. none of you can take the fucking blame. you don’t have the ability. you have the emotional range of a teaspoon. “ 

zephyr shook his head at the last sentence, a soft chuckle leaving him. he knew it wasn’t funny. it never was. but it was more of a nervous laughter. “ you don’t get to tell me what i did wrong. i wasn’t the one lying for fucking months. “ he spat, his fist clenched at his side. his control lasted a matter of seconds before it flew in asa’s direction, aiming right at his perfect stupid face. “ you used me. i trusted you. you don’t get to say i gave up. “ i loved you. there was a part of zephyr that would have maybe even given up the war for him.

Asa could taste the blood in his mouth. A familiar taste. It mixed with the taste of the truth behind Zephyr’s words. There was no denying that he had lied for months. He’d done what he’s been known to do when he plays tricks -- goes in to play a part until he grows bored or until he gets a reward out of it. This had just been a game that had strings involved that Asa did not count for and before he could really get a grasp, everything slipped out from underneath him. That moment of Zeph standing there, the evidence plain in the dead body in front of Asa and the soul gone. There had been not hiding, not lying his way out of the situation to convince Zeph that it wasn’t what it looked like.

He shook his head as he wiped the back of his hand across his lips. He’d heal soon enough. “I wonder what you’re really mad about.” Asa said suddenly, eyes growing black before he now stood back outside of the cell. “That I lied and I wasn’t out here protecting humanity. That I was still going around and taking up deals and souls, as the demon I am. Or are you mad that you found yourself caring about me. The fact that deep down, you still care despite knowing the truth now about the monster that I am.” Asa chuckled as he slipped his hands into his pockets.

“Z, we both know you can’t stay away from me. Try all you want. Scream at the top of your lungs how much you hate me. But every fucking time you have a clear moment, I will find some way to slip into your mind. Memories of the time we’ve spent together all those many months. You want that version of me. You want him so fucking badly.” Asa smirked. “News flash, he’s still here. You just have to accept the monster I am as well.” There’s a biting pain in his face from the punch, but Asa only enjoys the feeling. The ghost of Zephyr. “I suppose I should leave you to be cranky.”

[daemonasa]

nicotheincubus·:

“Urges I know how to sate very, very well…and none of my playmates complained,” he said with a grin. Noco sat up, leaning back on his elbows, legs falling slightly open, snug denim clinging to his thighs.  He sighed.  “Maybe I took a bit more from my playmates than is considered normal, but I wasn’t killing people willy nilly.  That’s dumb, why would I knock off my food supply?”

Asa hummed as his eyes traveled along the other’s frame. Tempting. Oh so very tempting. “I don’t know, some people find fun in those things. Others only do it accidentally but still find themselves in trouble.” With a little wave of his hand, he waited till a guard had come over before requesting the cell door to be opened. “Congrats, you’ve earned yourself a day of freedom. Or maybe a few hours. Depends on how impressive you actually are, but I guess we’ll just have to see, hm?”

[daemonasa]

wardenbeckett·:

Rosier snorted, following after the other demon. He had never concerned himself with God much. The likes of Rosier were not as significant to have the Big guy’s attention and that suited the demon just fine. Family drama wasn’t anything he wanted to get himself involved with.

Rosier chose a seat in the kitchen, welcoming the sight of the wine. “You are the Chef.” He decided, gesturing at Asa. “I believe anything I pick would likely be an offense to your tastes.”

The warden chuckled, arching a brow. “Are you on the menu then?”

So many options for dinner. What did he want to cook? It was tempting to try out a new recipe but Asa also wanted to enjoy a nice classic. In the end, he settled on steak and butter garlic potatoes. “We’ll go with the classic steak and potatoes then because that’s what I’m craving right now.”

As he pulled out the cutting board and took out the steaks in his fridge that were bought earlier that morning -- Asa only ever shopped a few days at a time -- he looked up to Rosier. “I’m always on the menu if that’s something that’ll suit your fancy.” With a smirk, he set the cutting board down and unwrapped the package. “What are our dear Warden’s tastes, hm?”

A curious mystery. Asa isn’t around the cells enough to pay attention to just who Rosier pays his own attention to down there. If any at all.

[daemonasa]

tattercdwings‌:

Karael regarded the demon with a cool gaze, watching absently as he dismissed the slave, bid the guards take care of them in her stead. She watched them go with a touch of melancholy. Back into the den of lions they went, skin fresh for the scarring. 

He gave her his name then – Asa Lemire. She almost asked him with a cutting, unforgiving tongue: is that your name or the name of the body you stole? Karael, however, stayed her tongue. She’d no business visiting judgement upon Asa when she, herself, called one of his kind Master. 

Instead, she inclined her head. “You may call me Karael,” she returned, following a step behind him as he lead her outside. “No?” she mused, some humor slipping in. “Then, did the other demons bully you for your less than awful deeds?” she inquired, brow quirked. Eleanor would’ve been proud of such a witty quip.

Karael slid onto the back of the bike without protest then, hands sliding easily around the other’s middle, though she made sure to keep an appropriate distance between them. “Would it be remiss of me to assume you won’t be following the speed limit?” 

Karael. Now that’s an interesting name and Asa took pride in having an interesting name himself. It wasn’t missed by him the way she phrased it: you may call me Karael. For demons and angels, those of the world who took on a vessel in order to stay rooted here... it was always a story to how they came to be with their names. Asa knew other demons who picked a new name, some how tied it to their demon name, others who used their original names. Was it the same for her kind?

“They could have tried but honestly fuck them, I would have put a stop to that real quick. I have quite a few of others who have been jealous.” Once she was on the bike, Asa kicked up the kickstand and looked behind him with a chuckle. “Hit the nail right on the head there, darling. Speed limits are merely a suggestion.” A lovely suggestion that Asa never had intentions of following. With a roar the motorcycle came to life and Asa wasted no time in peeling out from the parking lot of L’Enfer and down along the hillside toward the city itself.

The feeling of adrenaline from the speed was a feeling that Asa could never give up. The joy of feeling everything rushing around him, the burning sense of danger that constantly kept him conscientious of everything around him. An exhilarating feeling that couldn’t compare to anything. As Asa hit the city, he made his way in the direction of the water.

[daemonasa]

Who's the hottest? And if you don't say me, you're a liar.

“Z, I don’t need to stroke your ego anymore than it already is but I will say it makes me happy to know that if I didn’t say you, that’d piss you off. And for the record, you’re second asshole. I’m the hottest.”

[daemonasa]

Would you rather live in the past or continue living in the future?

“Continue living in the future. The past is nothing but shit after you’ve already lived it and what more to you gain from it? Now, do I wish that I could visit the past? Yes. That’s a whole other story. I’d love to pop into a memory or two.”

[daemonasa]

any slaves you would like to claim?

“Well, I do have one in particular but I hardly believe that to be a surprise to anyone with at least one brain cell. Beyond that sexy disaster, I’ve got one or two that I’m keeping my eye on who I think would be fun to keep around... but I can’t spill all my secrets, now can I? The mystery is the fun part!”

[daemonasa]

Slaves you would like to play with more?

“Hm, just who would be fun play with? I’ve always been fond of the little fox, Penny. That new one Nico is pretty and seems like he’d be fun to play around with for awhile. I’ve heard some tasty rumors about that nephilim, Kerrigan. And I do have a thing for nephilim.”

@littlefamiliar @nicotheincubus @xpreciious

[daemonasa]

asa. crossroads demon. master.

[daemonasa]

nicotheincubus·:

“I couldn’t agree more, but can’t exactly show off my skills in here,” Nico said, peering at the handsome man through his eyelashes.  He pouted playfully.  “If they have so many pretty faces, why’d they come down so hard on an incubus just doing his thing.”

Asa pouted in return to the slave.”No, you certainly can’t. Although an Incubus without his abilities... that just renders you a simple man with urges. I guess you’ll now get to test out if your skills with sex are all thanks to your powers or if you’re actually good at what you do.” He always wondered if it was possible to have an incubus or succubus who was shit at sex. That persuasion and manipulation really could come in handy then. “You had to have done somethin’ pretty boy, otherwise you wouldn’t have found yourself in here. Can’t say I’m really complaining. Not really a shame for me, now is it?”

[daemonasa]

nicotheincubus·:

“Well, this sucks, and not in a fun way,” Nico groaned, flopping down on his cot, flinging an arm over his eyes. All he was doing was having a little fun, but nooo, can’t let that happen.  Now he was stuck here in this cell until someone took him out to play, instead of going out and hunting for some pretty thing that tickled his fancy.

“I do agree, there are much better situations that involve that little act,” Asa hummed from where he stood in the hallway. Ah, perhaps someone new in the cells? Asa always did love seeing what new faces L’Enfer brought into their hallways. “Tsk, tsk. Such a shame to see a pretty face stuck behind those bars. Then again, there seems to be a surplus of pretty faces lately.”

[daemonasa]

tattercdwings‌:

Karael did let slip a smile at that. Was she not the same as Eve, tempted so by the snake in the garden, so beholden to it now, this lust that it had offered her? 

Perhaps the demon before her would’ve appreciated the irony, had Karael deigned to share her thoughts.

She regarded him in silence for several moments,however, deciding. There was no harm, really. She’d nothing else planned for the day and Rosier wouldn’t be expecting her until the evening. Still, she hesitated, old habits dying hard. After all, the man before her wasn’t a man at all, but a demon. They weren’t known for their honesty, their willingness to give without first taking. 

“Very well,” she decided, relenting, as she always seemed to do, to the will of demons. She looked at him expectantly then, brows up. “Lead the way then, demon.” 

If he were to be honest, he hadn’t expected her to actually accept his proposal. But now the opportunity to have some fun was all too much to miss. So Asa was more than happy to lead the way with only a wave at one of the guards to finish up with the slave that had been her previous attention holder. “By the way, you’re welcome to call me by my name. It’s Asa. Asa Lemire, at your service.”

As if the punctuate the words, Asa did a grand bow as he chuckled quietly to himself. “I know I’m a demon, honey, but I’m really not that awful.” Well, depending upon the person’s definition of awful. In his book, he’s a perfectly fine gentleman. Once they were outside, Asa made his way over to his motorcycle and threw a leg over before gesturing behind him. “Hop on, love. We’re going on a ride.”

[daemonasa]

wardenbeckett·:

“You really think you can outwait his stubbornness?” Rosier asked, genuinely curious. He hardly knew the Nephilim, but from what he’d seen it struck him he looked the type to sooner chew his own hand out from a shackle than ask for help. Then again…Asa might know him better than that. The demon smiled. He wasn’t wholly excited at the prospect of another brand malfunction. “I suppose time will show, at least you have that on your side.”

The travel was a pleasant one, a dash through the city’s streets. Though Rosier would always prefer dull practicality it didn’t mean he couldn’t appreciate what others saw in the spike of adrenaline once in a while.

By the time they arrived the wind had tousled his hair nicely, a chill setting into his shoulders that had him smiling softly.

“Is God really the one to be thanked for this?” The demon smirked following the other inside his home. The irony of Asa’s words however not lost on him.

“True, he shouldn’t be thanked for anything other than inventing the ability to not give a flying shit and being an asshole,” Asa mumbled as he dropped his keys and other items onto a little side table in the foyer of his home. If only he could thank himself but alas, he did not invent those beautiful wonders of the wind, the motorcycle, or pure adrenaline. Missed opportunity.

Asa led the way to his kitchen and immediately went for two wine glasses. “Before I decide what is on the menu for tonight, do you have any special requests?” Asa asked after setting the glasses down and going to the fridge to pull out the opened bottle of wine. “What does the good warden crave? Other than myself.”

[daemonasa]

tattercdwings·:

Karael didn’t know fun. She knew war, knew battle, knew the grace of God, the absence of it, and Rosier’s hold. Eleanor, however, the human who’s body she had claimed as her own, knew plenty about that. Karael had a feeling Eleanor would quite like this demon. 

I would, she said, from the corners of Karael’s mind. So why don’t you let me out to play with him? 

Karael ignored her. 

“Shall I regal you then, demon, with stories of the Garden of Eden?” she returned, her earliest memory of the beauty of it. Of testing her wings on the warm wind. Fun. It felt far away. Her face pinched at his last comment. “Are you offering to remove it?” she questioned, brow cocked. 

“Eden is overrated,” Asa said with a wave of his hand. He couldn’t care less amount things such as that. They belong in the past. And in his life, Asa’s had just about enough of Angels and their stories. Majority of them paint demons in a light he didn’t appreciate. “If you’re none too happy about that, I’d be more than happy to remove it,” he teased with a laugh. Maybe he could show this angel at least some kind of fun. He wasn’t a fan of them but she seemed hardly an annoyance. More of an opportunity.

“Come on, leave the slaves alone for now. We’re going to have some fun and by the end of the day I’ll have you smiling and laughing.”