#lordasmodei

[thornedlamb]

sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone. this would be a wild first interaction but... asmodeus killing bhaal?

The Bhaalspawn's eyes widen, burning blood freezing, heart not beating but trembling. The vessel of his father lies on the floor, divinity seeping out like blood. Yet he can still feel his own dark divinity cursing his veins. His mind fills with sudden, abhorrent horror. Bhaal had died before, returned by overtaking his son's body, erasing all sense of self.

The Chosen grasps his chest, desperate to confirm it's still his own. Yes... there are still other Bhaalspawn. He is safe as long as they still live....

But what does this mean? Should he grieve? Should he rage? But all his blood-soaked soul feels is a strange, unsettling relief.

"W-why?" The Dark Urge asks, more in wonder than fear. Why would a demon kill Bhaal? Were they not allies? Bhaal delivered countless souls into the Hells, new soldiers for the endless war...

[saintsdawn-archive]

Sender pulls on the tip of receivers wing to get their attention.

wings. 

if the hand belonged to someone else, her reaction mightn’t have been as bestial. a warning would have been given, of course, but her eyes might have softened. ( if he weren’t who he is, her teeth might have, metaphorically, been at his throat. ) they remain as hard and cold as ice. the wing’s tip is pulled out of @lordasmodei’s grasp.

“ i have a rule, ” she snaps, “ and while it applies to those at camp, i think i’ll extend it to you, too. ” is this too forward? too bold? too rude? likely all three, but she doesn’t care. “ do not touch these. ”

a brief silence. “ please. . . ” added only as a mask of civility. “ what do you need ? ”

[relentlessgrief]

@lordasmodei cont'd from here

The undead tilts their head to the side. To be standing before Asmodeus himself is no doubt, daunting. Connor might be strong, but at the end of the day, he is no god. And he's most certainly not on par with a god that's been around so long.

To go about pissing off the deity isn't a wise move either. Best behavior on all fronts.

"No... I'm not here for that. In truth, being brought here before you by your men, I promise I am not here to cause harm. Not that I could."

A pause.

"If anything, my purpose for being down here has... changed." He slightly confesses, trying to not divulge too much.

[saintsdawn-archive]

❝ i think you and i need to have a nice, long heart-to-heart chat. ❞

howl’s moving castle.

what are they? a cornered beast with its hackles raised and teeth bared, threatening to tear at the throat of its foe? they could have been, but they would be the beast with its tail tucked. 

“ do we ? as i have said all that needs to be said, i have to disagree. ” they’ve grown tired of devils and their tedious ramblings. ( aren’t there other souls to torment? ) tucking their wings is a comfort – as small as it might be, it’s a second layer of avoidance. they are trying to shut @lordasmodei out.

“ what else could there possibly be for us to discuss ? ”

[godoftyranny]

"To what do I owe the pleasure of such an unexpected visit? And in my own domain as well..."

"Because mortals are useless..." is the swift answer that falls with exhaustion from the god's lips. He didn't like demons either, as they were out of his grasp of utter control. But what wasn't could always be one day. "And... I didn't exactly design my domain to provide guests with a pleasant experience. So visiting you felt like the well-mannered solution." Tyranny was always dressed in good manners and sweet words at first. Else no one would fall for it.

"Plus, of all the devils... you are one of the few who at least knew divinity..."

[fellbless]

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

"I have the blessing of my queen already, I need no more protection than that. If I die, it will be of her will and I will gladly return to her embrace as that is my duty." Lithos answers quickly and sharply, inky black eyes boring into the others.

[infernalsocialite]

[ CONTROL ]:  sender  is  riding  receiver  and  receiver  takes  control  by  guiding  their  hips.

*      ―    ﴾  𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠  𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜  ﴿   :    𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘  𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

Hansel's breath hitches, eyes narrowing with wicked intent as he feels the tight heat of Asmodeus's cunt around him. His hands slide up the devil's thighs, fingers curling into the flesh with a possessive grip. "Mmm, you're so fucking good for me, my liege" Hansel purrs, voice dripping with raw lust. Without warning, he takes control, hands gripping Asmodeus's hips firmly, guiding the rhythm as he starts to control their movements.

With each roll of his hips, Hansel pulls Asmodeus down harder, feeling the delicious stretch of his cunt taking him in deeper. His breath comes in ragged bursts as he pushes up into him, guiding their bodies with slow, deliberate thrusts. "That's it, perfect. Take it, all of it." hansel growls, voice thick with filthy desire as his cock grinds up into Asmodeus's cunt with slow, torturous precision, guiding him down harder, deeper, making sure to hit just the right spot every time. He was just aching to fill him up with his seed, to drown his delicious master in bliss and make him a dirty mess on top of his pet.

[infernalsocialite]

The great demon lord is tender within the confines of his bedroom, great clawed hand patting Hansel's hair as he kisses his temple, uttering soft words of praise against his skin. His gentle hair petting only stops long enough to tug a silky soft blanket over their naked bodies. "Do not push yourself for my sake," he reminds the concubus, voice low and growl like. He is protective of Hansel, even if he his merely protecting Hansel from himself. Hansel's concubus abilities create great pleasure, but they also take a heavy toll on Hansel's body. He stretches his great feathered wings wide, using both his wings and his arms to embrace Hansel as he pulls him close to his chest. "Rest."

Hansel hums softly in response, his body relaxing against the devil lord's broad chest as claws gently comb through his hair. The softness in the great archdevil's touch is a sharp contrast to his usual terrifying might, and Hansel savors the warmth that envelopes him. His eyes flutter closed as Asmodeus pulls the blanket over them, the silky fabric sliding across their heated skin, cocooning them in intimate comfort.

"As if I could ever resist giving you everything, my liege" Hansel murmurs, though the exhaustion in his voice betrays the toll his abilities have taken. He shifts slightly, letting out a soft, contented sigh as Asmodeus's great wings fold around him like a protective cocoon. The steady rhythm of the archdevil's heartbeat and the warmth of his embrace ease the lingering strain in Hansel's body.

Asmodeus's deep, growling voice rumbles through him, a command and comfort in one. rest the archdevil says, his protective nature clear in every syllable. Hansel offers a tired but loving smile, curling tighter into the embrace, feeling the power that shields him even as he drifts into sleep.