Asmodeus x Reader

Chapter Two

The Woman Among Demons

I slid my hand around Asmodeus' slender waist, trying to steady the demon as we headed up the stairs towards his bedroom. He stumbled a little, swaying and giggling softly. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, squeezing me tightly to his side. "Easy, Asmo." I said to him, tugging him along, fixing my eyes on the large door at the end of the hallway. Our goal was in reach. It wasn't that I minded the Avatar of Lust's nearness to me, but I wanted to get him into bed as quickly as possible, so that I could get to bed too.

I reached a hand over to the doorknob of the demon's room, supporting him with my other arm, clutching his scarf and jacket in my balled-up fist. Asmo had left his clothing all throughout the House of Lamentation, and I did not want to hear Lucifer's lecture at breakfast. Better to tidy after the demon as we traversed the corridors and be done with it. I groaned, the demon was taller than I was, and it was difficult to keep him balanced when he seemed so intent on flopping over like a wilting flower. I pushed his door open, the sweet smell of rose water and burning candles. I rolled my eyes; the demon was always leaving candles lit and unsupervised. Staggering under the weight of Asmodeus, I dropped him on the bed and was pulled down in the process.

"You and me together, there's nothing better..." The Avatar of Lust mumbled against my shoulder. His arms and legs moved with the speed of lightening, wrapping around my stomach and neck and thighs like creeping vines on the truck of a tree. His fingers bent into my hair; his nose nuzzled into my throat. I was finding it hard to breathe, but whether it was because Asmodeus was smothering me with his overly-eager affection or because – No, he's crushing me.

I winced, Asmodeus' shoes were still on, the toes and heels pinching at the bared skin of my legs. My pyjamas were offering little in defence against the demon and his many limbs. I tried to protest, but the demon ignored me. No wait, he had passed out, breathing steadily in a Demonus-induced slumber. I sighed, and slowly began to extract myself from the tangle of fingers and legs. I slipped off the bed and looked upon the sleeping form of Asmodeus.

Warm shadows danced across the demon's smooth cheek, eyelashes fluttering softly with each deep breath, and his lips – his lips looked soft, so delicate, slightly parted and glistening in the candle light. I shook my head. No. Asmodeus had a reputation. A notoriety. Not even 'love 'em and leave 'em,' but a 'love 'em, and love 'em, and love 'em all a bit more.' That was fine, he deserved all that attention. But so did I right? I deserved to be the centre of attention too. It was easier to keep whatever I felt on the edges of my mind, where they could be covered in dust and forgotten.

I tried to quash the thoughts running through my mind, making me skittish and nervous. And cold. I was so cold. Exhaustion causes that. I turned my attention to the demon's well-stocked vanity and found a bottle of vanishing cream and a soft towel. I sat on the edge of the bed, uncapped the bottle, poured the liquid onto the cloth and gingerly touched it to the demon's eyelids. He sighed, but remained still and sleep. He was such a beautiful demon. Stunning. He wore makeup and enhanced his features, he went without and stunned you with his brilliant eyes. I ran a finger down his cheek, the skin silky soft. I placed the bottle and cloth on his nightstand.

Next, I focused on untying the laces of Asmodeus' shoe, trying to make good on my earlier statement of tucking him in. You can't sleep with your dancing shoes on, Asmo. The demon's leg twitched, "That tickles...a bit." He mumbled in his sleep, "You have to find the right... spot." He rolled onto his stomach, still dangling his feet off the edge of the bed. I tugged the shoe off, making soothing sounds, trying to placate the demon and keep him soundly asleep. I placed the shoe on bedroom floor, and with some difficulty, removed its partner from the demon's foot.

I stood up, placing my hands on my lower back and stretching backwards. Done. Time for the comfort of my own bed. I yawned, and wrapped myself up in my arms, rubbed my hands up and down the exposed skin of my upper arms. My skin was supple, scented faintly of soap and something distinct to the Devildom, something selected by Asmodeus and gifted to me. It was because of Asmo that I found products gentle enough to use on my human skin the Devildom, that I found niche-stores selling human world items. It was thanks the Avatar of Lust that I was able to find the little comforts of home that made my transition easier.

I didn't think he even knew the impact it had on me. To be able to live with something familiar in a place where I was so unfamiliar, so different, so distinctly other. I lowered my arms, reached across the demon and folded the top-most blanket over his dreaming form. As nimbly as I could, I moved around the room, blowing out the numerous candles. Just because Asmo left the candles burning when he was out didn't mean that I would.

In the now darkened bedroom of the Avatar of Lust, I tip-toed towards the door, placed my hand on the knob, paused. Why? I was hesitant to leave the bedroom. What if he needed me for something? "Mm. You're still here?" Asmodeus' foggy voice drifted to me across the expanse of his bedroom, warm and soft as a summer cloud.

"I'm going now. See you in the morning, Asmo," I whispered, trying to soothe him back to sleep with my tone.

"No... don't go. Stay with me." The demon said, rolling onto his side. He made a pleading face, pouting his soft lips. His eyes were deep, the colour of blood-oranges in the dark of his bedroom, sweet and seductive as the fruit. "We could have some fun."

My chest felt tense, like a swimmer bending over a pool, waiting to begin a race. I was so tired, and his bed was so close. I could curl into those silky sheets, be warmed by the lithe arms of the Avatar of Lust, rest my head against the soft pillow. No, I wouldn't let myself think about how warm and firm his arms had been, encircling me on his bed, holding me against him. "I think it is better if I leave."

"Why?" Asmo said lazily, resting his head against his upper arm, curling around himself slowly.

"You're drunk. Lets... not doing anything we would regret."

"Oh." Asmodeus said, closing his eyes and nestling his head into his arm. "Alright, not to worry." He waved his hand at me, shooing me away. I smiled softly and the demon and repeated my good nights. I twisted the door knob and stepped out into the hallway, pulling the door towards me.

"Wait." I heard the demon's voice, distant and faraway. I stopped. "Do you... think we're a good match?" He asked, in a quiet whisper.

I closed the door, heard the latch click, and headed to my room.

Why is my heart racing?