Obey Me! Shall We Date Oneshots

Out of Reach

TW: general angst
Perspective: Asmodeus, third person

The demon sat on his bed with a sigh. He hated how the human he had fallen infatuated with always seemed just out of reach. He layed back and closed his eyes, resting for a moment.

"Hey! Can you hear me?" A high pitched voice yelled out. Asmodeus jolted up and saw... himself? There he was, in his demon form, hovering above the ground. Was this a dream?
"Um, yeah... Who are you?" He asked. It giggled.
"What, you really don't recognize this beautiful face?" It spoke while floating forward to the real Asmo. "I'm you! Or, I'm a projection of your thoughts? I'm a little confused on how and why I'm here, but I'm here to whip you into shape!" It smiles widely. Asmo reached forward to touch it but his hand simply passed through it. "Oh. Well that's a shame. I was hoping I'd have a physical form. Though, I guess if you were able to touch me we'd be very distracted~" Asmo laughed at his ghostly clone.
"True. But, what do you mean 'whip me in to shape'?" He asked. The specter floated down and made a sad expression.
"I'm sorry to say it, darling, but you haven't been doing your job lately." It said. Asmo raises an eyebrow.
"My job?"
"Yes, your job. More specifically, your job of being the Avatar of Lust." It hovers back up and gives a stern expression. "You haven't seduced anyone in nearly five months. Explain." Asmo puts a hand on his chest.
"Excuse you! I'm playing the long game with MC!" He objects.
"It doesn't take this long to make a human love you normally. What's so different about this one? Why haven't you even gotten further than a kiss?" It questions. Asmo balls his hands into fists and holds them to his sides.
"Because they're special! Because they're incredible and unique and powerful and..." He sighs. "... and they don't want me. Not yet. And I really really want them to."
"Why?" It said sternly.
"Because!" Asmo shut his eyes tight as tears started to well in them. "Because I need them to love me! I can't lose! I don't want to lose this time!"
"Look at me." It directed. Asmo opened his wet eyes to look at it.
"They're so beautiful it makes me cry. I love them so much, I can't handle them not loving me back." Tears fell down his face.
"There it is. You love this human." It crossed it's arms. "You aren't supposed to love others. You're only supposed to love yourself. That's how you stay from being hurt, and that's how you do your job." It scolded. Asmo choked a sob.
"I don't like this job. I just want to be happy. I can't keep seducing humans and demons forever. I want to live a happy life with MC!" He cried.
"What you're describing isn't what you are. You're a demon who needs countless strangers' lust to stay sane. Stop wishing you were still an angel who gets to live a happy wholesome life. You get to have fun, party, charm people, have amazing sex, be an influencer, be a fashion icon, make humans go so crazy with desire they sacrifice their entire country to have you! That's the life you're supposed to have. That's your job. Why don't you love it?"
"I used to love it. Before I met them." Asmo wiped his tears from his face. His strange mirror personality hovered forward to the point where it was less than an inch away from his face.
"Go to a club. Find a sexy stranger. Do your job." It directs, before fanishing into smoke.

And Asmo did exactly that. In the next week Asmo did a better job than his entire last year of work as the Avatar of Lust... but it didn't make him happy. It didn't fill the aching hole in his chest. He knew only one person could. But that one person was always just out of reach.