Fireangel02 I literally have it all figured out
Lilith: okay so that dumb cunt WATER is keeping my son hostage and I need to get him back. She said she's not going to stop until there's no fucking great war 2.0 or whatever
Asme: uh huh
Lilith: you know how Sitri almost fucked up that meeting with Delyra by being a hoe???
Asme: I am aware
Lilith: so what I was thinking was that the Delyrians have to see Germaine in person because that meeting was absolutely pointless. And while they come
I'm going to hook our reptile up with the prince. Then there's not gonna be a war because they'll be too busy fucking
Asme: how is that going to work?
Lilith: that's because Delyrian prince is UBER GAY, MissAvarice said so
Asme: ... I'm slightly concerned about the looks you're giving me, but go on.
Lilith: anyway, we need to see if Germ equally likes to suck dick. And that's where you come in
Asme: can't you just consult "MissAvarice" on this as well?
Lilith: if I could then I would've.
Asme: and I'm quite sure you can turn into a man as well---
Lilith: wtf that's weird, I can't just waltz into his office and whip out my fake dick or whatever. I'd need an alibi and I'm too tired for that shit
Asme: ...
Lilith: please?
Asme: *sigh* you owe me one.
Lilith: yeah yeah sure I'll give you a titfuck later, please go
~Time Skip~
Asme smiled amusedly to himself. So Lilith was leaving him up to this, was she? It has been a while since he'd seen her so excited for a plan--- yet perhaps dear Dantalion was a better motivator for absurd ideas than anybody would think. In front were the dark mahogany doors of King Germaine's office. Asme traced the subtle lines etched into the wood with the tips of his fingers, then balled his hands into a fist and firmly knocked.
"Your Highness. It is the Marquis Goetia, do you have a moment?" Asme held his lips close to the crack of the door and spoke in a voice women would swoon over.
And hopefully this reptile as well.
"You may enter."
The curt order from inside was so characteristic of him. Asme chuckled lightly, then pushed the doors open to reveal a diligently working King... As always. Germaine was hunched over the stacks of papers neatly laid across the desk and only spared Asme a single glance. "Good evening, Marquis. Do you have any business?"
Asme only sighed. "Unfortunately. These are busy times. Count Sitri had recently arrived from his visit with Queen Cherry, so we are trying to sort through the details."
"Yes. I received his report." The room was silent for a moment save for the sound of scribbling pen on paper. Now casually hung on a rack at the door was Asme's coat, leaving him with a beige vest and a flattering shirt left unbuttoned at the collar. Another smile graced his lips before he took hold of the cane in his hand and walked forward, towards the desk.
Asme placed his hand on the edge of the wooden table, running his fingers over the intricate decorations carved into it. Almost like the surface of the door. "Busy times call for a break now and then. Too much stress on a man leaves an immortal feeling mortality." He tilted his head and felt dark locks of hair fall out of place. "I've never seen a lovely lady walk through your doors."
