Asmodeus x Reader

Chapter One

The Avatar of Lust

Flushed cheeks, a coy smile, tousled hair, fingers gripped around a bottle of Demonus. What a scrumptious figure he must be cutting right now, stalking down a road in the dim of the Devildom night. The Avatar of Lust flashed a brilliant smile at his reflection a shop window. His eyes were glowing, that beautiful coral colour that only he possessed. He paused and leaned in closer to the window pane. He tilted his chin to the left and then to the right, scrutinizing his face. Maybe it was time to head home, he was starting to look a little tired.

A voice came from behind him, calling his name. He turned his head over his shoulder. Several demons swarmed around him. Ah, hmm. Who are these darlings again? It didn't matter. He would smile and laugh and fawn and they'd be enamoured. They always were. A bright flash of teeth, a flutter of lashes, and murmur in an ear, an unfiltered selfie – I'm so cute right? - and then the crowd was gone, dancing away, staring into their D.D.D.s, gushing over their new photographs. And Asmodeus returned to his shop window. He squinted at the glass. Yes, time to go home. Wash his face. Rehydrate his body. Snuggle into his sheets and sleep. "Back home I go!" He said aloud, to no one in particular. Yes, time to go home. Alone.

*****

Asmodeus threw open the doors at the House of Lamentation sometime later, discarded his empty bottle in the hallway. Nnggh... He felt awful. The Demonus was swirling around in his stomach, hot claws crawling up up his throat. How much did he drink? He headed to the kitchen for a glass of water. Dehydration was the enemy of healthy skin. And then he would climb the stairs, throw open his door and let the silky smoothness of his sheets carry him off to dream. The demon padded down the hallway, peeling off his scarf and tossing it over a chair. His jacket, he left hanging on a doorknob in the hallway. Finally arriving in the kitchen, dimly lit and smelling of sugar. "Mhm?" His eyes landed on a shadowy figure at the table.

"Hello?" Asmo said to the figure, peering intently. No answer. "Helloooo?!" He said a little louder. Still no reply. "Come on, don't ignore me!" He said, nearly shouting. He held onto the back of a chair, Oooh, he felt so lightheaded. Maybe he had drunk too much wile out dancing. The figure snapped up, the chair they sat on clattering against the floor.

"Huh? Wha...? Oh! Asmo, when did you get home?" The figure asked, stood and stretched. Understanding dawned on Asmodeus. The exchange student! Of course. What a stroke of luck, running into her and not one of his brothers. Ugh, he could not deal with Lucifer nagging him or Mammon's overly loud voice right now. But her, she was always welcome around the Avatar of Lust. Her soft skin and vibrant eyes were almost as beautiful as his, and her smile. Ooo. How he could watch her smile all day, always cheery and willing.

"You're still up? If you don't get enough rest, your skin's going to pay for it later." He said, sharing a dazzling grin with her. But what was she doing in the kitchen? Sleeping at the table could not be a comfortable place for a nap. A midnight triste maybe? I mean, that's what I would be doing down here, the demon thought to himself. There was only one tall, strapping, rippling-with-muscle demon that would make someone stake out in the kitchen.

"Are you waiting for Beel down here?" Asmo said, releasing the chair and walking over towards the woman. He glanced around the kitchen, feeling a bubble in his chest. Any sort of amorous activity, even if it didn't directly involve him, still sort of did. He was the Avatar of Lust, after all. He laughed softly and tipped his head to the side, giving the woman a sneaky look. "Can I wait too? Three is better than two, you know."

"Huh? What? No, Asmo. I was waiting for you." She said, yawning sleeply. Asmodeus smiled wide, and laughed. Of course, she was waiting for him. Why wouldn't she be? He took a few more steps towards her. She pulled out a chair from beside the table and gestured to it with both her hands, encouraging him to sit down. He sat with, perhaps, not much grace. He was starting to feel rather hazy.

"You could have waited in my room, you know? It is much nicer than here." Asmo said to the woman, his voice a honeyed coo. She shrugged, already walking to the sink and returning with a cup of water. She held it out to Asmo, told him to use both hands to grip the fragile glass, and sat down in the chair across from his. She slid a dish towards him. On it sat a single cupcake, frosted hot pink and smelling of sweetness and butter.

"Well, I was guarding this cupcake from - well you know who I was guarding it from. I wanted to make sure you got it, and I know you usually head to the kitchen for a nightcap or whatever after you go dancing at The Fall." She nudged the plate a little closer, and smiled. Asmodeus set his glass of water down with a clatter. The woman chewed her lip. "I'm not a great baker, but I hope you like it." She stood up, and tucked her chair in. "Anyway, I think I'll head to bed now. G'night Asmo."

The Woman Among Demons 

I gripped the back of the wooden kitchen chair, waiting for Asmo to take a bite of my cupcake. He stopped me as I was heading to bed. "No no!" He had said, "A midnight snack is meant to be shared." He had unwrapped the flimsy paper from around the small pastry, and carefully tore it in two. Or, it would have been carefully, if he weren't so... drunk. I watched him lift is fine-boned hand up to his mouth, cradling the cupcake like a jewel of great worth, and then nibbling it tenderly.

He chewed and mumbled praise around each mouthful of the cupcake. I set my half on the plate and left it on the kitchen table. I was too tired to eat the colourful cupcake. "I'm glad you like it, Asmo." I watched the Avatar of Lust enjoy his midnight treat and found myself smiling. He was so flamboyant, so jubilant, it was satisfying to see him enjoying something as humble as a homemade cupcake. He dabbed the corners of his mouth with a fingertip, giggled and then let out a resounding hic.

The demon wobbled slightly in his chair; the legs must be uneven he said to her, nodding his head knowingly. I watched him with half closed eyes, felt my eyebrows knit together in the middle of my forehead. He was so, so drunk. I had seen the demon wobbly, but this? He was giddy, and flushed. Even his beautiful, sunset and pink eyes were unfocused. Heh, he couldn't charm anyone right now., he can barely see in front of him. I held out my hand to the demon, "Come on, I'll tuck you in you lush."

"Lust." Asmodeus said to me, taking my hand in his and pulling himself up and a little too close to me. "It is lust, not lush."

"Yeah eh? Well right now, you're drunken lush, Asmo."