I dine on lust, desire and passion, for I am the demon of lust...
I'm the slave driver of the slaves of passion and desire...
I am Asmodeus.....
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I leaned against the bar counter, resting my elbows on the cold surface and stared at the dance floor while lazily sipping on the glass of whiskey.
It tasted like nothing; for my body didn't react to human food and drink. I just got used to sip a one when I'm spending time at a night club, so I can use it as way to avert unwanted glances without looking pathetic. I didn't want everyone even though they wanted me. I'm here for a certain kind of people.
Certain kind of souls...
....lust filled ones.
I was hungry. So hungry like I haven't had a supper for years. I waited for a delicious soul to appear in front of me; a soul filled with an ultimate desire for pleasure, a soul which dedicated itself to temptation; a feast.
Bodies on the dance floor were moving to the rhythm of the beat like they were hypnotized by the music. Or maybe it is because the alcohol in their blood. Or maybe as a result of both. But I didn't care.
My eyes trailed from one to another. All were filled with desire...but not enough. Their desires are fake. It's just the alcohol controlling their mind. When they become sober it's all gone and they become unmotivated and boring as they usually are. Which means they are nothing but a quick snack for me; only reduce the hunger, but doesn't satisfy me.
So no. I don't prey on drunk people. At least not when I'm looking for a feast.
I waited and waited. For seconds, for minutes and for hours. My hunger grew stronger and my patience was no longer there. When the night was passing it's youth, I was about to pick up few random hookers who had been eyeing at me for a quite sometime and go back.
And then I saw him....
Him....With a body so beautiful that deserves to be given as a gift for Gods and a soul so corrupted; perfect blessing for a demon.
He was clad in a white shirt and jeans. His slim body was enjoying the touches of the men around him. One man was kissing his nape, roaming his hands on the beauty's sides while the other was kissing his revealed pale white shoulders. All three were were getting lost in pleasure while moving to the beat of the music as well.
The beauty tilted his head back, closing his eyes. A silent moan escaped his lips.
My prey....
He opened his eyes. His gaze roamed in the crowd. The crowd was starting to get affected by him for his presence itself is seducing.
I waited. I waited until he remove his gaze from the crowd and land it on me.
And he did.
He kept staring at me with his lustful gaze, not tearing it for a moment.
Then he smirked, while licking his upper lip. Now his eyes had a challenging look.
As if he was daring me to desire him....
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A/N
So as I said this book has a complete different style. Even the writing style is kinda different, in case u haven't noticed.
So some of you might not like it because in here Beam's character is kinda different. But I really hope u like the story.
(His characteristics might change 😏 who knows)
