✔ 𝕮𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖓𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖎𝖗𝖘

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝐗𝐗𝐕

There was a pleasant atmosphere of warm steam and dimmed lights in the sauna at the Inferno Palace Hotel. Asmodeus sat on one of the wooden benches, surrounded by the soft sounds of gentle music emanating from the speakers. The black bathrobe wrapped around his waist as he leaned back and closed his eyes to enjoy the warmth on his skin. The steam enveloped him like a soft veil, releasing any tension in his muscles and allowing him to slip into a state of deep relaxation. His mind wandered as he enjoyed the moment, far away from the worries that were currently weighing him down.

The soft splashing of water dripping onto the hot stones filled the silence of the sauna, and Asmodeus let himself be lulled by the rhythmic sound. The heat around him seemed to permeate every fiber of his being, and he felt his senses opening up and his thoughts becoming clearer.

You could even have enjoyed it if the furious stomping didn't disturb the silence.

Asmodeus opened his eyes and could see Benjamin storming towards the door through the glass door. His upper body was exposed, allowing the black arm to be clearly seen, but it seemed to have retracted to the middle of his upper arm. He was still wearing the dark suit trousers he had been wearing in the strip club.

Benjamin pulled open the glass door and stepped into the steamy fog.

"What do you mean you're leaving?" the son of the devil asked, his voice trembling with rage as the door slammed shut with a loud crash. With a casual movement, Benjamin locked the door from the inside so that no one could disturb them. "Just like that? Would you have left without saying goodbye? Without apologizing?"

Perplexed, Asmodeus blinked at him, clutched his fingers in the wood beneath him and pressed himself more firmly into the bench as if he wanted to disappear between the lines. "N-n-no- ... I - ..." he stammered, unable to find the right words. Being face to face with Benjamin now, seeing his injury again and his face burning with rage frightened Asmodeus. "I - ... I apologized and ... I would have done it again. I thought you didn't want to see me again."

"Bullshit! You're a coward!" Benjamin growled angrily and stopped in front of the angel. In a flash, he reached out his black hand and gripped Asmodeus' chin. He was breathing heavily, which only meant that the hotel owner was far from fully recovered. "If I had taken my time, you would have just been gone," he grumbled, loosening his grip slightly, only to lean forward and rest his forehead against the angel's shoulder.

It was as if the anger was caused by pain. Through emotional pain. Asmodeus could understand this; he might have reacted the same way if Benjamin had left without saying anything. Even though it had seemed as if he would not say goodbye to Benjamin, the spark deep in his heart had kept saying his name. Asmodeus couldn't have left without the son of the devil on his mind. "I'm sorry," the angel croaked, feeling the heat emanating from Benjamin. He was probably also suffering from a fever and it wasn't the best idea to be in the sauna at the same time. "I should have waited until you woke up."