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In the celestial realms, a storm is brewing, shaking the very foundations of divine order. In a world where the lines between good and evil blur and same-sex love is forbidden, a fatal tale of betraya...
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Asmodeus was breathless. So much so that he couldn't breathe.
He coughed and groaned as if the stuffy air was taking him in. He turned away from the sight, which he found disturbing, but couldn't get the scene out of his mind. He kept seeing Soles' lustful gaze and his own face grinning mischievously.
Was this a planned game?
Did Benjamin want to shock him?
Torture and destroy him until he himself fled back to heaven?
Perhaps Tariel had been right, the seraphim thought to himself, perhaps he should have listened to him.
Everything he had said a short time ago in the entrance hall had been nothing but the truth. And it seemed to be eating him up like a monster.
Asmodeus tussled his hair, squeezing his eyes shut until the image slowly blurred.
"Fuck!" Soles' voice rang out and a hasty rumble could be heard.
Unlike Asmodeus, Tariel could no longer avert his gaze and his wide eyes almost fell out of their sockets. It was hard to believe what he was seeing and yet somehow it wasn't surprising enough. "Holy shit!" the archangel groaned, but looked more at the naked copy of Asmodeus. "How is this possible!"
"Ah, just a little gimmick for our higher guests," Benjamin explained with amusement, paying less attention to the interior of the room and more to the angel himself, who had turned away in disgust.
"That's forbidden," Asmodeus muttered to himself. "The whole thing is forbidden." His breathing was heavy, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. It was as if a bird had been released there, frolicking crazily. He couldn't calm it, couldn't silence it and couldn't put the situation into words.
He had left the sky to search for Soles.
In doing so, he had left his familiar surroundings, thinking he had sent Soles to hell.
He had made a pact with the devil to end up in hell.
He was in hell and he was burning.
With rage at himself.
Benjamin narrowed his eyes slightly, for he had not taken his eyes off Asmodeus for a second. You could see Asmodeus' blazing flame of confusion. However, by the time Soles spoke his former master's name, Benjamin had already placed his hand on Asmodeus' shoulder and made them both disappear.
As they were both pulled through a vortex of darkness, Asmodeus and Benjamin suddenly found themselves in a luxurious bedroom. The walls were covered in opulent wallpaper in a deep burgundy red with golden embellishments running through it. Heavy curtains of dark velvet hung in front of the high windows, which offered a view of the dark, distorted landscape of hell. A magnificent four-poster bed dominated the room, dressed in fine silk bed linen and surrounded by sumptuous pillows. On the walls were antique pieces of furniture, ornately carved and decorated with golden ornaments.
