Prince of Asmodeus

The Beginning

Lord Asmodeus. One of the four original Devil Kings. He wasn't the most powerful of the four but was the caring. He of course was the embodiment of the sin of lust but never lusted for any woman besides his queen. What very few knew was that he lusted for knowledge. Whilst the other Devil Kings fought amongst themselves for more power, Asmodeus sought more knowledge to improve himself. For knowledge was power; and Asmodeus had plenty of it. Yet when the time came to finally use that knowledge, it just wasn't enough.

Every being in the supernatural world knew of the Great War. The war that nearly decimated all sides involved. Like the other Satans, Asmodeus had his own reasons in participating in the bloodshed. Leviathan envied the love humans gave the angels and wished to take revenge for being cast out of Heaven. Lucifers wouldn't allow a beautiful and powerful man such as himself be cast out of Heaven without and repercussions, his pride wouldn't allow it. And Beelzebub? He was far too glutinous for battle. But what of Asmodeus? What could have possibly led him to partake into the most catastrophic event in the history of the biblical factions? The answer was simple. For his family. More specifically his son.

Unlike his fellow Satans, Asmodeus had a strong sense of family. Whilst the other three would have servants take care of their children a majority of the time, Asmodeus took it upon himself to raise his son. Whenever he was available he personally raised his son and taught him everything he learned. The other Devil Kings cared not for their children. They were never expected to take their place. But Asmodeus was different. He knew his son was destined to be a great leader. It was his birthright to take his place as the next Lord Asmodeus.

His son had become a great man. Fit to become the heir of Asmodeus. In the battlefield he was nothing less then he perfect warrior. Even when all odds were stacked against him he stood victorious. In the meetings with the 72 Pillars he was an exceptional politician. No one would stand in his way. He would truly become the perfect Devil. But unfortunately, Asmodeus knew he wouldn't live to see the day. Especially with what he and the other Devil Kings had planned.

In the underworld a couple, accompanied by dozens of servants, walked through the halls of their exceptionally large estate. A wife pleaded to her husband to cease any and all preparations he had in store. "Darling you mustn't do this. Think about our son. He needs his father." The wife pleaded, desperately attempting to convince her husband to stay.

"Forgive me Ukina. The Fallen Angels may have surrendered but their pure counterparts have yet to do so. If this war is to come to an end I must do what needs to be done" The man replied. His servants gave him pieces of his armor as he continued to walk through the halls. He was preparing for a last ditch effort to end the war but had one thing to do before doing so.

Ukina continued to beg for her husband to stay behind until the two were approached by red-haired man at the end of the corridor. "You summoned me Lord Asmodeus?" The man asked.

"I did Zeoticus. My son and I trusted you and your family for a millennia. I trust you alone to fulfill my final wish" Asmodeus replied.

The current head of the House of Gremory wasn't prepared for what Asmodeus had done next. The Devil Kings eyes glowed as he looked back to his wife. For a moment nothing had occurred, but then Ukina collapsed only to be caught by a servant. "My lord what is the meaning of this?" Zeoticus asked.

Asmodeus took his wife from the servant and gently handed her to Zeoticus. "I must depart soon my friend. The other Satans are awaiting for my arrival" Asmodeus turned back to the servants and immediately caught their attention. "I relieve you all from your duties. It isn't safe here. Now go" And so they did. One after another each servant summoned a magic circle and teleported to a secure location.

"But what of the Queen? Where shall I take her"

Asmodeus gave Zeoticus a paper with a magic circle engraved into it. "When you arrive to your destination you will understand what must be done now go!"

"My Lord. If you and the other Devil Kings are doing what I think you will........take Sirzechs with you. He will be of assistance"

"No you must keep your son here in the underworld! One way or another by day end this war will be over. With myself and the other Devil Kings gone....."

Realization hit Zeoticus when he understood what Asmodeus was leading to. "......Their children will take their place. They have no knowledge of how to properly rule. They will lead us to ruin"

"Even with this war ending, we Devils will continue to fight but amongst ourselves. I have foreseen it. That is why Ukina and my son must be hidden. When the fighting is over they will rebuild our civilization"

Zeoticus understood the depth of Asmodeus' plans. Even if the Devil society will suffer without a proper leadership in the short term, long term it would be worth it. When the dust finally settles two of the best Devil leaders will be there to reforge their fallen empire.

Zeoticus gave a final bow to his king while tears flowed through his eyes. This was their final meeting. They both knew it. "It has been an honor to serve you my king" He said before using the leaflet given to him.

"Goodbye my old friend" Asmodeus whispered to himself. "Goodbye to you too my Queen." With him being the final occupant in the estate of Asmodeus he went to his sons quarters before departing to Heaven.

When he arrived to his sons quarters he found him in a time-locked capsule. Sleeping. Hours earlier he drugged his son to give him enough time to put him into this state. His son would be in this state until someone from the outside found him and freed him from his slumber.

Asmodeus lightly touched the capsule before he made some last minute modifications. When he was done he walked out of his sons room. As he was closing the double doors he remembered an old song he would sing to him as a child. He considered it fitting to sing it now as it relates to what he expected to happen in the next century.

"Sleep my little Devil. Let your dreams take wind. One day when you're big and strong" He took a final glance at his sleeping son, tears flowing through his eyes and whispered the final line.

"You will be a......king"