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ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ᴄᴜʀꜱɪɴɢ, ꜱᴇx, ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴄʜᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ
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The question that was asked by Asmodeus, the embodiment of Lust, asked about love, it was sort of ironic if you thought about it for too long, you'd probably laugh at the demon. Constantly the demon was fixated on a lust figured love, the kind where two bodies were intertwined with one another, the dangle of legs, the soft delights of laughter. The sheer warmth that is shared between the two bodies was utterly addicting, closer than one could ever possibly be, to anyone's intimates, the fix of their soul. Exploring the deepest parts of one another, like a book, he'd spread your legs open, licking his fingers to turn page by page of you. Exposed to the peering eyes, truth be told, he enjoyed it, he loved it, it was the greatest high he thought anyone being could ever fathom, yet couldn't possibly overdose on. However you were insistent, you refused him, you wouldn't give him what he wanted, what he craved. You wouldn't react, you wouldn't pay attention, however most importantly he hated the fact he cared so much of what you of all beings thought of him.
It wasn't supposed to be like this, the demon shouldn't have to be chasing for your affections, much less attention. However it was, you stumbled into his life, and suddenly it was just after you stumbled into his life, for lack of a better metaphor.
Oftentimes he'd posted on Devilgram about his ventures at different clubs and parties. Granted not exclusive, to these events, it was a collage of himself, it was him, the most personal most could get to him. Purposely he'd search through his views looking for your account, most times it'd prove to be a wasted effort, with an occasional appearance of your account in the viewers of his story, however you paid no mind to it, you wouldn't talk about it, hell you didn't even seem to care, that concept again, irritated him to his core. Asmodeus manicured hands would tap against the table of a bar, eyes gazing, lowering, and narrowing at your appearance. The demon enjoyed looking at you, he'd invite you to whatever venue, take in the way you dressed up, lowering his gaze at the way he was so fucking hungry for your attention, just a glance, at any point was all he wanted, please. Why was he striving for your attention?
One time went to a habit. Every damn time, he'd invite you, it was no different than the last. You'd attend, and you were just as equally nonchalant as before, you couldn't even muster a reaction, much less anything more than complimentary basics. You'd sit at the bar either scrolling through your D.D.D which really gave the appearance that you weren't, and didn't want to be there. Which was true enough, after all Asmodeus invites weren't always invites rather demands and pleads, begrudgingly attending. The act of you bored, scrolling on your phone when he was very well there, was a dishonor, a disservice, a downright insult! However he hated it even more when you'd converse with other beings at the bar, for fucks sake! Why the hell would you give these insolent beings the time of day, beings who were unworthy of even your eyes in their general direction. Yet you'd turn your whole form to look at them endearingly in the eyes, curious glint, and smile in a way you almost refuted him.
What's worse was that felt more than anything you had ever given him, you couldn't even seem to spare a shared of care into him. Something you so easily managed to muster into a stranger. What the fuck did they have that he didn't?
However he kept on going, he'd try to dress all the more promiscuous, all the more scandalous. Taking you to better than an hooky bar, or some sleezy party. However it was all the same. The demon was so desperate he tried intoxicating you, which didn't even bode well considering Demonous had no effect on you in the slightest. It was so irritating he just wanted to know what did you think of him? Why wouldn't you even look him in the eyes? At first he just craved, only wanting that sweet pleasure of a night full of loving passion with you, but now he so desperately just wanted your attention. The male tried ignoring you, trying so desperately to lose him to anyone and everyone else. However it was no avail, he'd search for you in the crowds, closing his eyes, he'd convince himself those were your hands running over, tracing his skin, his body. They weren't.
One more time, he sees some grotesque low life twirling your hair in your hand, something in Asmodeus, almost flickers, it doesn't feel write, this bubbling, low, sick, sadistic feeling, evoked something sheerly primal out of him. A twinge of almost guilt flashes across the males face almost briefly for the thought his eyes widened ever so, all he could think of in this moment is that he wanted to hurt you. Asmodeus wanted to hurt you, as you have been committing all this while. That sensation he so desperately wanted to deliver you, he wanted to bury his cock in some lowlife, dying at the sight. Yet just as equally pooling with slick at the thought.
Yet a quick small idea collects in his mind, scrambling your features and face so only he could love how ugly you were. The only one, who'd talk to you, even stand to look at you, being Asmodeus he'd distort you, like so. When you hear a knock at your bedroom door at night, Asmodeus having a wicked smile in his demon form. I'm not sure you'll have much of a response but a scream, and a smile on Asmodeus face while he coos, and comforts what he did to you.
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