Asmodeus- the God of LUST ✅

3. I am Deus.

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JIMIN-

I enter the dingy room, all the lights were off except the red, illuminating the room. Too red for my eyesight but exactly the ambiance of a room where stuff happens. If you know what I mean. I'm afraid I might need to do the things I escape from, hide from.

I lock the door behind my back, and saunter toward the only furniture piece available in this room. As expected. People usually refrain from accepting my requests but I was surprised somebody actually wants this no-sex policy of mine.

Why would they even call me?

The answer to that sat in front of me. I freeze in my tracks taking her in...

'Did she recognize me?'
'Will she tell everyone?'
'Does she have an ulterior motive?'
'she is one of us.'

Several thoughts run through my mind, shrugging them off I walk closer, knowing very well that nothing would fix this. I know she won't be here if she knew it was me. She'd be running off to her "best friend" telling her everything. And they would then laugh at me.

Just to be careful, I keep my facade on, I keep acting like the Deus they need on stage. The big ass bed was covered in white sheets, and she sat there leaning back supporting herself on her elbows and her legs crossed, the way she was able to see me...watch me.

She smile, "You came?" her voice came out all sexy and sultry, as if she was just anyone else and clean... I would not mind fucking her, but this is the girl I know very well. I wonder how and why is here in the first place.

"What should I call you hun?" she asks, raising her head to look straight into my eyes, the red eyes. I thank the heavens for not letting me change or letting me remove the lens at least.

I smile as I walk exactly three steps closer, "Call me Deus, sweetheart," I want to vomit listening to myself talk that way with her. The words came out almost immediately not wanting to blow up my cover. She is the smartest among our friends and she could recognize me anywhere, if not me then my voice. I pitched my voice a few octaves lower making it more deep and ravenous.

She still had that sultry look in her eyes, obviously drunk. High probability that she won't see the real me.

"I heard about that no-sex-thingy..." she chuckles to herself before bringing her attention back to me. God, I hate the universe for putting me in this situation. "By the way, you can just call me Zhi," she says getting up. She faces difficulty in moving, tumbling here and there before finally standing on her feet. 

She tips up on her toes bringing her face closer to mine, "all my friends call me Zhi..." she chuckles again. Her drunk breath hits my face, I tilt my head down and hold her by her arms to stable her, and then I notice her being barefoot. Her heels were regarded by the side of the bed.

I push her a little back very discreetly, "You'll catch a cold Zhi," I say stepping a little closer and pointing at her heels. "Already worrying about me, some might think you fell for me at first sight." She giggles again, I grip her by the back of her neck, holding back a snort coming out from my mouth.