Still Asmo's P.O.V (I'm gonna stop writing the pov stuff now... it will always be Asmo's P.O.V)
I put the 2-3 pieces of the trumpet together, and drenched that bitch in lotion. At this point, there was more lotion than there was trumpet. Now there was certainly no going back.
There was going back.
Lucifer walked into my room, about to remind me how it was my turn to cook dinner, and he ended up seeing my pants to my ankles, and a wet trumpet in front of me. Since it was still my turn to cook dinner, I didn't get yelled at (for now) because if Beel starved, We'd all end up dead by Thursday. I pulled my pants up, and headed downstairs to the kitchen.
I grabbed a pan, and noticed the handles shape... now I was very depressed. I let out a huge sigh, and got to work on dinner.
-------------Time Skip-----------
"Asmo... why the hell does my steak have trumpet written on it?" Lucifer asked confusingly. "Mine is shaped kind of like a trumpet" Satan added "mine has fucking hearts all over it" Mammon said a little extra angerly. "Sorry guys... I'm just a little depressed... I was about to bang a cat girl trumpet, but ended up getting interrupted" I said sadly. "Did somebody say cat girl?" Satan perked his head up. "Yeah... I bought my trumpet, my baby, a set of cat ears... I think she really likes them" I responded. "Can I borrow those when you're done with them- er- for research purposes?" Satan asked, obviously getting turned on with the mention of the word cat. "Whatever... just make sure their still usable... y'know... just incase my trumpet girlfriend wants to use them again" I responded, still thinking about my darling trumpet.
