The Fall of the Prince: MMMM Why Choose Romance ✅

Chapter Three

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Death

Asmodeus still hadn't woken up yet, which was just a tad bit worrying. I needed to clean him up though. Blood had soaked into my sheets from the spots I hadn't been able to heal on him quickly enough, and he was covered in the mess.

I'd have preferred to clean him up while he was conscious, but this couldn't wait any longer. He needed to rest on clean sheets, and he would feel better when he woke up if he wasn't covered in blood and visual reminders of what he'd gone through and endured.

Anger simmered in my veins, but I pushed it aside. Leviathan's time would come, but it wouldn't be now. And I couldn't make moves anyway without Beelzebub's approval. He was the king of Hell after all, and though we were in a complicated relationship, I didn't expect special privileges.

One wrong move in a place like this could create a war none of us were prepared for.

I easily lifted Asmodeus's frame from the bed and carried him to the bathroom. After gently setting him on the shower floor, I took the nozzle down and aimed it away from him before turning the water on. Once it was warm, I began rinsing him off. Once the blood had turned pink and washed down the drain, I quickly began to lather soap over his skin. I was in the middle of rinsing the soap off him when his eyes snapped open, a haunting scream ripping from his lungs.

I dropped the nozzle. "Asmodeus—"

He sobbed, tears streaking down his cheeks. My fucking heart shattered in my chest, and my other side roared in my mind so loudly, pain sliced through my skull. My wings erupted from my back, shielding Asmodeus from the world outside of me. I cupped his cheeks, my claws sliding along his skin. "It's just me," I soothed.

"Death?" he croaked.

"Yeah, baby. Just me," I crooned. "It's okay. You're safe now; I promise."

Leaning forward, I pressed my lips to his forehead, silencing his thoughts and the horrors he'd been reliving. He sagged, his head falling against my chest. I cradled the back of his head, holding his damp body against mine.

"Why didn't you just kill me?" he croaked.

I shook my head. "Can't," I rasped. "I know you called for me, begged me to, but I fucking couldn't, Asmodeus."

He shivered. I quickly snatched a towel off the rack and began wrapping it around him. "Why?" he asked, looking up at me, his hands still palming my chest.

"My other half wouldn't let me," I told him quietly.

Understanding dawned in his eyes. He stayed silent after that, but when I moved back to try to give him space to get up and move on his own, he yelled, "No!" and latched onto me, his claws erupting from his nails, digging into my sides. Blood spilled down my pale skin.

"Easy," I soothed. I pulled him to me and lifted him into my arms, carrying him out of the bathroom and into my room. "I need to set you down, Asmodeus. The sheets—"

"No. No bed right now," he rasped. "Please."

I nodded and took a seat in my high-back chair in front of the fireplace. The room was dark save for a lamp burning by the bed, and I felt Asmodeus's limbs loosen.

God knew he'd probably been under enough bright lights in Leviathan's room to last him a fucking lifetime.

When I sat down, Asmodeus slid down to the floor, kneeling between my feet. Then, surprising the fuck out of me, he wrapped his arms around my calf and rested his head on my thigh, his eyes shutting.

I didn't say a word. Didn't want to disturb whatever peace he'd managed to find. My other half purred, and the sound rumbled through me. Asmodeus relaxed further. Smiling softly at him, I furled my wings around him, and he sighed.

"Thank you."

I just simply carded my fingers through his long, dark hair and got comfortable. If this was where he wanted to sleep—how he wanted to sleep—I wouldn't stop him.

He deserved comfort. Peace. Safety. And I would give it all to him.