#(x. asmodeus threads)

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@summerlovedfm​ from this: 

Asmodeus gave a wide toothy grin, the smile lighting up his whole face. “Lucky guess, or maybe I’m just really good at reading people.” A small shrug followed as he slid his body onto the stool that had previously been occupied by her reason for needing a drink. “I saw that asshole from over there,” he pointed across the room, toward the other bar area. “It looked like he was giving you a hard time…hence needing a drink.”

“It’s…uh…I’m not sure. Strong. Sweet. Probably toxic, who knows? That bartender over there made it when I said you looked like you could use one. He said you would be happy. I’m Chaewon, by the way,  but my friends call me Asmo. You can call me whatever you’d like.” Flirting was as natural as breathing for Asmodeus; he was, after all, a Prince of Lust. Still, he liked to play it coy. “What’s your name? And what did the guy that was here before me do to piss you off, so I know not to do that?”

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@exsanguinatc​ from this starter call (Lucas & Asmodeus)

The blood was annoying, sticky and reeking of iron. His hands scrubbed against one another, trying in vain to wash the evidence down the drain before Lucas made his way into the bathroom. From the sound of the footsteps, it wasn’t likely that he would succeed. “Before you freak out…” He began speaking even before he laid eyes on his companion. “It’s not my blood.” Rivulets of pink water ran down the drain as Asmodeus scrubbed until he was content with the light stain on his skin. “And yes, he deserved it.”

Months had passed since he told Lucas that he was in danger, and those months had been filled with one angel after another attempting to claim the prestige of ending Lucifer’s life. Protecting him, though? It wasn’t something Asmo had ever dreamed himself doing.

And yet…

“He cut me off in traffic, and you know how much I hate that.” The lie slipped easily from his tongue, followed by a sly grin. There was no doubt the lie would be detected, even questioned, but Asmodeus was hoping his charm could deflect long enough for the subject to be changed. “Movie night? I’ll even make dinner.”

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@exsanguinatc​ | starter call | asmodeus & lucas

His foot hung over one end of the sofa, body angled so that he was lounging and taking up as much space as possible.  Eyes tracked Lucas’ movement across the room, a dreamy smile on his face as he watched the fallen prince of hell’s every step. Still, there was a slight nagging feeling of guilt tickling the back of his mind, the knowledge that there were those that sought to do the Morningstar harm. Once upon a time? Asmodeus might have been one of them, but now? Now, he wanted nothing more than to see that soft, seductive smile and to hear his say his name without the derision or snide sarcasm that it once held.

“I want to tell you something,” he finally said, decision made. “You might not like what you hear, but I need you to understand that my telling you now is indication of how much you’ve come to mean to me…” Hopefully, that was enough. “You’re in danger, Lucas – and it’s time you knew.”

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@redsplatter​ | starter call | asmodeus & noah

“I know your secret.”  Sing-song words, barely a whisper flitted out between them, though there was no threat or maliciousness in his tone. It was said with the same scandalous tone that one might accuse someone of having a crush. Fingers toyed with the straw in his glass, the same simple movement he’d been replicating since he sat down at Noah’s table a few minutes before. “You don’t have to be afraid, or run, or say that I’m out of my mind…” Though that last part was likely debatable, given who Asmodeus actually was.

“You and I have a lot in common, Noah.” His name rolled off the Prince of Hell’s tongue as if they were old friends and not complete strangers who had met just moments before. “We have similar…interests. But tell me? Were you really afraid when you saw that poor boy in such a terrible state?”

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@kayls-dmn​ | from x

“And who are you to command me?” Asmodeus tsked under his breath as if he were reprimanding the other demon, though the tone remained teasing. “While I do enjoy a good stalking game from time to time, I’m afraid that this is a complete coincidence.” It was – mostly. He had been meaning to check in on Kayl for sometime, but had always found other things that kept him busy. “We’re demons, Kayl…causing trouble is coded into the very nature of who we are.”

Smiling as if he were conversing with an old friend, Asmodeus took a seat across from him and gestured toward the gin. “Buy me a drink, and let’s catch up on old times.” Head tilted, smile still in place even though he was less than pleased by the reception. “Perhaps we can start over, and I won’t be offended that you think I’m here to cause trouble.” Sitting up straighter, the prince leaned across the table and offered his hand. “Hello, Kayl. It’s very nice to see you again. Believe it or not, you’ve been missed. Now, tell me…what exactly have you been up to lately?”

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@irrwicht​ | starter call | asmodeus & miho

Fingertips trailed over cloth-covered furniture, the sensation heightened by the knowledge that people were staring. Asmodeus didn’t stop, didn’t engage anyone in conversation, but there was a small – almost innocent – smile on his face as he passed by. It was as if he were lost in his own thoughts instead of hyper-focused on every movement, every whisper. Only those who knew and recognized him as a prince of hell would understand that the smile was for show, the feigned innocence nothing but a façade that hid something darker and more calloused.

It was her club, but Asmodeus walked through the open spaces with all the confidence of someone who knew exactly why he was there and exactly who he was. “Miho.” Her name was said in a sing-song tone, both syllables dripping from his tongue. The seat across from her was taken, elbows on the table as he steepled his hands beneath his chin – still the picture perfect illusion of innocent naivety. “I haven’t seen you in forever, so I thought it was time to come by for a visit. Have you been hiding from me? Surely not…” Head tilted, smile growing wider. “Let’s get a drink and catch up on old times.” Eyes darted around the club before falling back on the other demon. “Tell me about this place. It seems…interesting.”

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@halfinparts​ | starter call | asmodeus & rang

Eyes lit up the second he sensed the other man’s presence. There were a thousand things in the human world that Asmodeus didn’t understand, and this particular creature was the one currently capturing his attention. He smelled different, better, than the humans who sucked every living inch of the earth bone dry. If Asmodeus were a cat, curiosity would have long ago killed him, but it was not in his nature to feel fear. On the contrary, steps quickened, leaving him to drop casually into the seat across from his newly acquired interest.

Elbows rested on the table, hands steepled under his chin as he watched the man with rapt fascination. There was no sense in playing coy, despite the smile on his face. He knew there was something otherworldly going on and would assume the man would be able to guess that he, too, was not as he appeared. “I don’t know what you are,” he said, pointedly – voice low enough that the conversation could be kept between the two of them. “And it’s very rare that I meet something I don’t understand. Angels. Demons. Even those filthy vampires. But you…you are something else.”

Pausing, his head tilted as if he were trying to solve the mystery. “My name is Asmodeus. If it would make you feel more comfortable, you can call me Chaewon. What are you?”

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open starter | asmodeus

His smile was liquid velvet, dark eyes sparkling as he sat down across from his visitor. Fingers slid a glass of red wine across the table, despite the fact that it hadn’t been requested. His own was brought to his lips, curiosity evident in the gaze he directed at them. “I didn’t expect to see you here tonight.” In fact, he hadn’t expected to see that face in a place like this at all. Still, it wasn’t an unwanted visit – on the contrary, Asmodeus was all too pleased to be in their company. “Did you come to place bets on the fight tonight. If I were you,” he leaned in conspiratorially, as if he knew something he shouldn’t. “I wouldn’t bet on the big guy. You know what they say…the bigger they are, the harder they fall.”

Unless, of course..

“Unless you want to lose the shirt off your back to me.” All too flirtatious, his nature coming to the surface as naturally as breathing.  “In that case, I’m sure I can arrange something.”