Asmodeus

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A loud gush of freezing winds entered violently into the warm castle as a shivering servant opened the door for his master. The cold was nothing for Asmodeus, never flinching, wincing or faltering against the freezing temperatures. Asmodeus made his way outside, his stride wide, powerful and authoritative as he placed his hands cooly in his pockets, walking closer to the human.

Asmodeus' black eyes stared down at the tiny human before him, a small smirk playing on his lips— humans, how pathetic, such lowly beings that roamed the earth. Utterly pathetic.

Fearful eyes met the king's emotionless gaze. Her small body violently trembled as the winter nipped at her—forcing her to tighten her hold on the rags that enveloped her.

Asmodeus observed. He didn't say anything but allowed his eyes to wander. White snow. Pink snow. Red snow. Blood. White skin painted with various hues of blues, purples, reds and black. Her black hair was lifeless, tangled and unkept, with leaves, branches and god knows what else. Her face was dirty, covered in bruises and bruises. Her eyes, although were swollen from bruises, were sunken in like her cheeks. Her lips were pale, cracked and covered in dried blood.

The tiny human shivered violently as she felt herself slipping away, her vision blurred, her breathing shallow and ragged.

Asmodeus cocked his head the side and mischievously smirked as he crossed his arms across his chest and continued to stare. So weak. So pathetic. "Humans aren't welcomed here." The king's voice was cold, colder than the winter. It was heartless. Emotionless.

The tiny human's weak body collapsed onto the ice cold snow and immediately blanketed her as she began to go blue. Her eyes met the king's once more but he remained cold and emotionless, before turning away and closing the door behind him.

The poor human closed her eyes and shrivelled up into a fetus position and weakly held herself together. Just give up. Don't fight it anymore. Just let go.

"M-my lord. The human... she—"

With one glance from the king, the servant quickly shut his mouth and averted his gaze to the carpet, keeping his head bowed in respect as Asmodeus walked past.

The servants kept their mouths shut and bowed in respect, glancing at each other as soon as their master left the room.

"Do you think she'll survive?" One whispered. "Not even we would survive these temperatures.. and we are lowly demons."