Funnily enough, despite him representing the sin of Lust, he's Asexual(because irony)
I also did a fake mortuary report on him because in this idea;
Tl;dr: mammon gets too greedy, kills 3 demons and nearly kills asmodeus, asmodeus is turned human and he wakes up all nakey and cut up in a morgue and breaks out of the morgue before collapsing in front of the mortuary practitioner in training's home, where he is then nursed back to health
Mammon gets a little too power-hungry and kills Lucifer, and as Asmodeus tries to stop him, he gets badly wounded and banished up to earth after losing most of his powers to the angelic sword that Mammon had stashed away and brought out to kill Lucifer with during battle, before mortally wounding asmodeus and also probably killing Lilith or belphegor(idk)
So Asmodeus' body is in a badly damaged human form(essentially what demons of a high status like the 9 demons in charge of the 9 circles of hell almost permanently revert to when mortally wounded by an angelic weapon) he's found by an EMS worker who thinks that he's dead, where he's then transferred to the Oaknote Funeral Home, where a practitioner in training named "Chuck Cooper" works on dissecting the supposedly nameless dead body before putting the "corpse" in a mortuary refrigerator before packing up his things and leaving as he had to leave early.
About 6 hours later, Asmodeus wakes up in the mortuary refrigerator, where he realizes that he wasn't wearing anything; he was essentially in the nude and had to escape. He manages to, somehow with a cut open chest and several other wounds(essentially, think of the sniper from the TF2 comics) he makes it over to a random house, limping and trying to not be seen by anyone. He starts to feel exhausted and collapses in the arms of the exact practitioner(chuck) who had dissected him in the first place. Chuck is essentially dumbfounded that this corpse was somehow alive and very unwell, and he tries not to make too much of a scene as he drags the unconscious Asmodeus inside and tending to his wounds properly and nursing him back to health over the following weeks. When Asmodeus finally properly wakes up, he's very confused (and slightly pissed) as to what the heck happened, and that's when Chuck soon learns that the person who he's been tending to/cut open was actually Asmodeus.
A short story about my genderless, asexual demon Blue being sweet, because after my recent bummer stories, I needed to write some fluff. Enjoy! (Read the Russian Translation Here!)
Creatures of Habit Masterlist
It was back when you woke up. You thought it was just a headache the day before, so you just took some over the counter meds and went to bed early. Blue was worried about you, and slept curled up next to you with their arms wrapped around you in comfort, but when you woke, you had to push them away. Everything was painful, even their very soft fur and gentle touch.
They tapped your shoulder softly, trying not to make it worse, and you opened your eyes, grateful for the light canceling curtains.
Blue was sitting on the ground next to the bed, listening to you groan in pain, their brows furrowed in concern.
“What’s wrong?” They signed.
The sound of your own voice would have been too much, so you signed migraine.
“Can I help?”
“I don’t know,” you signed.
Blue had only been with you for, openly, for about six months. They had been with you since childhood, bound to a stuff bunny, so they knew about all your medical problems, but they had never been able to directly help before other than being close by. Now that they was no longer a secret presence, they did everything they could to take care of you and ease your discomfort. They had been a wonderful friend, but sometimes they felt a little helpless.
“What hurts?” They asked.
“My head is pounding, my whole body is sore, my eyes are being stabbed by invisible needles, every smell makes me want to throw up, and literally everything is itchy.”
Their brows turned up in horror. “I’ve never felt all those things at once.”
“It’s horrible and I hate it.”
“I can take all your senses away for a small amount of time,” They offered. “Could that help?”
You lay there, seriously considering it. “Everything accept touch,” you told them. “And hold my hand, please?”
“I can do better than that,” They said, smiling that smile that was just their eyes. Very very gentle, they wrapped you in your blanket and pulled you into their lap, their four hands delicately arranging you in the most comfortable position.
“Ready?” They signed to you.
“If I get scared, will you pull me out?” You asked them nervously.
“Of course,” they signed, linking the fingers of their lower pair of hands with yours. “Squeeze hard when you’re ready to come back.”
You nodded.
They gently pulled your back against their long torso, wrapping their arms around you and pressing their forehead to the back of your head.
It started slow. The pungent smells of your home, normally soothing but now overpowering, faded from your perception. Sound died away. Though your eyes were open, the light dimmed and when out. Soon, the only thing left was the feeling of their hands in your own and their arms around your body, and anchoring point in the void.
It was like a sensory deprivation tank. There was nothing except their touch to grasp onto, and it was incredibly comforting and disconcerting at the same time. You relax against them, and they tightened their embrace, sensing you unwind.
You let yourself get lost in the emptiness and you felt the screws in your head loosen. The needles slowly removed themselves from the nerves in your eyes. You could feel the crawling of your skin subside. Your sore, knotted muscles began to unravel and relax. You sighed.
You didn’t know how long you were in there, but eventually you felt the pain subside enough that you felt immeasurably better. You squeezed their fingers.
Instantly, you were back in your room, sitting in their grip. With their length, they were able to bend their neck over your head and looked into your eyes upside down, their hair falling down and all across the floor around you.
“Better?” They signed.
“So much better,” You said aloud. “How long was I out?”
“Three hours,” They said. Did it help?
“So much,” You said with a relieved sigh. “Thank you. I love you.”
They did their eye smile thing again when you pressed a kiss to the flat of their face where their mouth should have been, but wasn’t.
“I love you, too, angel,” They signed back.
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