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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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Benjamin lay quietly on his bed in his spacious room at the Inferno Palace Hotel. The room was luxuriously furnished, with dark wooden furniture, red velvet curtains and golden decorations. Large windows let in the red light of hell and bathed the room in a warm, shimmering glow.
Minho, his faithful butler and confidant, knelt beside the bed and carefully tended to the burn. The blackness stretched from his arm to his chest and seemed to pulse dangerously. The right hand still resembled that of a demon and it was a truly strange entanglement. Meanwhile, Minho's hands were skillful and his movements gentle while the butler cleaned the wound and treated it with ointments. His calm face showed concentration, but also a deep concern for his master.
Asmodeus sat on an elegant chair next to the bed, his gaze resting on Benjamin and Minho as he remained silent and thoughtful. His wings were no longer visible, but the large holes in his T-shirt and the worry lines on his forehead were. He could see the pain in Benjamin's features and felt a grueling sense of guilt when he saw the burn on his body that he had inadvertently caused.
His powers had hurt Benjamin, and now he had to live with the consequences. A heavy feeling of remorse weighed heavily on his heart, and he wished he could turn back time and undo the painful experience.
"What could happen? Wh-why did I hurt him like that?" Asmodeus asked with uncertainty.
Minho slowly raised his eyes and looked at the angel with his serious, inconspicuous expression. "Sir, without wanting to seem rude, but have you never given a thought to wondering why the angels are in charge? In the earthly world, it is often said that good triumphs over evil. Their powers have done a lot of damage to my master. He could have died."
"Die?" croaked Asmodeus' voice and he immediately felt an icy wave of panic race through his body. His gaze flitted anxiously to Benjamin, who lay pale and exhausted on the bed. Minho's words echoed in his head and he felt overwhelmed with guilt.
Asmodeus sank deeper into his chair, his face drawn with horror. He could hardly imagine what would have happened if Benjamin had been seriously injured or even killed. The weight of responsibility weighed heavily on his shoulders, and he didn't know how to deal with it. "I-I - ..." he shook his head, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to. I was in a trance, thinking about punishing this man. For hurting the people I - ..."
He paused and lowered his head.
This day had really been too much. First the alcohol, then the conversation with Benjamin and how he had seen him disappear into the playroom with Soles.
He couldn't think straight.
"I know, sir. I wasn't present, but I imagine Our Highness was just trying to keep you out of trouble," Minho replied in his quiet, calm voice. He placed the utensils on the bedside table and pulled the blanket over Benjamin's motionless body. "Angels are not allowed to judge the living. It would have cost you your place in heaven."
