✔ 𝕮𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖓𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖎𝖗𝖘

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝐗𝐕

Asmodeus followed the butler Minho through the elegant corridor of the penthouse, which was lit with a soft red light. The walls were adorned with dark wallpaper accented by golden embellishments, giving the hallway a regal atmosphere. The floor was covered with a luxurious carpet that crackled softly under their footsteps.

They were on one of the upper floors of the hotel, where the new souls were arriving. Asmodeus could hear the soft murmurs and whispers of the arrivals as they passed the closed doors of the rooms. The murmur of souls exploring their new surroundings mingled with the muted clink of dishes and cutlery from the dining rooms.

Minho led Asmodeus with a calm and determined demeanor as he strode elegantly through the corridors. His black and white butler suit stood out clearly against the dark atmosphere of the corridor, and his demeanor exuded a quiet authority that commanded respect.

Asmodeus observed his surroundings carefully as he followed Minho. He could feel a certain tension building in the air as she approached his assigned room. He wondered how there was room for so many souls in this hotel.

But just like in heaven, magic applied here too.

"So did Lucifer build this hotel?" Asmodeus took another chance to speak to the butler. He would certainly have many answers to his questions.

There were no physical gestures from the man, apart from the constant movement of his legs. Otherwise, Minho looked more like a mechanical puppet that only followed its tasks. And so Asmodeus thought that he would not receive an answer after all, after a long pause.

But then the butler said: "No. Lucifer himself has nothing to do with this hotel, it's all my master's doing."

"Benjamin built it himself?" Asmodeus asked with a raised voice. He had assumed that the young man had inherited the property from his father. "How does he manage to keep an overview?"

Minho, who was two steps ahead, glanced over his shoulder at the angel. "My master is very dedicated. He takes this task very much to heart."

"You can tell," Asmodeus murmured before they stopped in front of a room door. The name 'Yeonjun' was indeed written on the small sign, causing the seraphim to frown. He tapped the letters with his index finger and asked the butler: "I'm not staying here, so why does it say my earthly name?"

"Since you have agreed to help my master, this implies a certain length of stay."

"Ah," a grumble arose in Asmodeus' stomach and he sighed. 'All right, if I have to,' he said and watched as Minho opened the door.

Instead of the expected gloomy atmosphere of hell, the room was surprisingly inviting. The walls were painted in warm colors and furnished with cozy wooden furniture. A large bed with soft pillows and a quilted blanket stood in the center of the room, flanked by an elegant desk. And a comfortable reading chair next to the window, which let in soft red light that bathed the room in a warm, calming feeling. The curtains were made of heavy velvet and ensured that the light was dimmed and enveloped the room in a pleasant twilight. In the corner next to the bed stood a handcrafted standing mirror.