#muse: asmodeus

[faebletales]

"Sex and war is the same thing. Don't you agree?" Asmodeus winked while taking a sip of dark red ichor from a glass.

[w-o-r-d-s--f-a-i-l]

"❝ i am yours, body and soul, to do with as you wish. " from Enj @sessy-timesforcharlo for Asmodeus or Ephraim

Asmodeus' lips quirked up into a smile, reaching out to twirl a bit of Enjolras' hair around his index finger, humming a satisfied hum as he looked down at him. "You're a fast learner," he purred softly, running the tip of his finger along his young companion's jawline, assessing him wordlessly before speaking once more, his voice smooth as the finest butter. "You were so steadfast in your revolutions in your life that you neglected your desires. You deserve to give yourself over to absolute pleasure," he stated, his fingers landing on Enjolras' chin and holding it delicately, gently forcing him to look the demon king in the eyes. His eyes bore pupils like a goat's that reflected light like a cow in the dark, thick eyelashes fluttering softly as he cast his gaze downward at Enjolras.

@sessy-timesforcharlo

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A strange rushing noise is what came through first, accompanied shortly after by an aching pulse in her head as she slowly pushed herself up, her body feeling oddly heavily, and the sound of moving water was harmonized by a far more localized melody coming from herself as water spilled from her sodden hair as she moved a single hand to push drenched tresses away from her good eye.

Nothing looked familiar - this wasn’t her holding cell, nor was it the testing facility...this place was wholly unknown to her - far too well kept and attended to to be one of Murkoff’s institutions...the air much too clear; she shifted her legs beneath her, rising to her feet as she cautiously walked out of the water to better assess her surroundings.

“...wo zum Teufel bin ich?”

[faebletales]

Bartholomew had laid in bed for some time now, watching the draconic egg remain in a warm bundle in a made nest. It was quite the experience. It hadn't been long since he laid it - did this make him a mother still because it's an egg? It was his first brood after all. He didn't know these things and his mother is the only being that he asks many questions to.

Asmodeus was still on the fence about this dragon being a parent, or being part of Bartholomew's life in any shape or form. But one of the King's of Ars Goetia simply didn't wish to see his cambion offspring upset in any shape or form. Speaking of, the door has knocked and the cambion sat up in bed and looked over at the door as it opens.

The fallen angel stepped in and glanced at the egg - no doubt he knew he was watching it. He simply smirked in amusement. "Darling, a dragon egg is unpredictable and rarely that it hatches weeks after being laid." Asmodeus walked over to the side of the bed and reached out, tenderly stroking his child's cheek. Oh so very young and yet already a mother. "Come, you need time for yourself. Motherhood is quite a endless ride afterwards."

"But.." Bartholomew whispered softly, glancing at the egg.

"Tsk, tsk." The king reached out, placing a finger underneath the cambion's chin and guided his head back towards him. "You need time for yourself in the now. Do things while you can, hear it from me. I've had many." Asmodeus winked. "The egg is safe and warm. Put yourself first until its time. Come eat and we shall take a gander at the mall. Humans have some… interesting things."

Bartholomew was hesitant at first but climbed out of the bed. "Alright." He followed Asmodeus to the door, who was pleased by his willingness to listen.

"Good. Mother always knows best."

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Bartholomew winced, dropping a mug full of tea onto the ground. "Ah.." He placed his hand onto his overly swollen stomach as a rush of water poured on the ground between his feet. He looked startled at first. "M-Mom..!" He called out.

Asmodeus had rushed down the stairs and headed to the kitchen to notice the water pooling at his young prince's feet. "Oh, Bartholomew.." Here he thought something else had happened but this.. This was much better. He approached Bartholomew and tenderly stroked his face. "There there. It's okay. It just means that the egg is ready to come out."

He moved Bartholomew's arm over his shoulder. "Follow me, love." Asmodeus would guide him to a spare room on the ground floor, laying him on the bed and helping him take off his clothes. He placed his youngling in a comfortable gown.

"Dragon eggs are different. You don't need to worry much aside from pushing slowly and focus on breathing." Asmodeus had laid many eggs in his long life, gently coaching Bartholomew.

Bartholomew laid back on the bed, while the King was placing several blankets down to make a warm nest for the egg. "Mom..?"

"Yes, dear?" His hands didn't stop working until. "Shouldn't we go get... uhm..."

Asmodeus frowned, knowing who Bartholomew is talking about. "I'll get Him personally... but only afterwards. Now, I'll walk you through it."

[faebletales]

The king would be walking the chambers with a toddler in his arms. She would babble, make soft sweet noises. It brought Asmodeus great joy to see his littliest growing so well and being vocal. "Is that right?" He didn't know what Camilla was saying obviously but there was no way he would ignore his child. It made the child so happy and full of engagement when he does.

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Luneth giggles and sits back in midair.

"Why, we both seem to have a playful sort of spirit~ Adore our paramours~ And have a deep... Dislike for a god."

He wouldn't assume anything. After all, his stars weren't all knowing. Just childish gossips.

There a brief coldness in Asmodeus' eyes at a mention of a god before it faded. Asmodeus glanced downward a bit before looking back up at the floating creature. Dislike was not a word for him towards his Father. It wasn't ... a surprise that father has other godly enemies.

He lets out a soft sigh before looking to the side. "My father, I assume?"

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"Sweet words? Oh goodness darling! I merely speak truth! I have no reason to sugarcoat what I say~"

The god of Stars comes to a halt before them, hands behind his back and head tilted innocently to one side. He'd heard some things about this person from his dear stars, so of course he had to investigate~

"I sense we're quite alike~ In ways other than being pretty~"

Oh my, isn't this little one so full of words. Not like he was complaining. Sugarcoated or not, he'll devour any attention. What caught his attention more so the other speaking about having things in common.

"Oh?~ Pray tell, I'm intrigued.."