Asmodeus x Reader

Chapter Three

The Avatar of Lust

The demon rested his cheek in one hand, and slowly stirred the berries around in yogurt of his parfait. He knew he should eat something, but his stomach was still churning from last night's adventures. He couldn't remember getting himself up to bed, or removing his shoes, or removing his make-up. But there, on his night stand, was his little bottle of premium cream.

He yawned, stifling the noise with his fingers. How can anyone possibly love mornings? He'd have to ask her when she came downstairs. She claimed that she was a morning person, but that was when she was up in the human world. The sun light would stream in the window, the birds would sing. Sounds like the perfect sort of background for a waking-up routine live stream. Ah, but where was the exchange student this morning? They were to meet up at breakfast and then go to Majolish their annual sale. If they arrived late, all the best stuff would be scavenged, and he didn't have the energy to charm the masses of demons into getting what he wanted from them.

He lifted a bite of parfait to his lips, chewed the berry slowly. He swallowed. The berry bobbed around in his stomach, he returned to swirling the yogurt, working up the courage to try another mouthful. The sound of a cheerful 'good morning' grabbed his attention. There she was. Finally. "You're soooo late! I've been waiting FOREVER!" Asmodeus said to her, lifting his head from his palm. "You were supposed to be here ages ago."

"I know, I know." She said, yawning behind her hand.

"I thought maybe you'd forgotten about me..." Asmodeus said to the woman, sighing in feigned irritation. It was a weekend, it was early, he was tired. Why not tease her a little? It was harmless. The demon pouted at her. "Then why are you SO late?"

She smiled weakly, tipping her head to the side in resignation. "I'm sorry Asmo, I kept smashing the snooze button like Lucifer on Mammon." She said. Asmodeus chuckled, and she looked at him with a grimace. "Oh, that was mean. Poor Mammon. No, I couldn't sleep after I tucked you in." She said, and walked over to the demon.

"What?" Asmodeus asked her, raising a slender eyebrow. "Tucked me in?"

"Yes," the woman said, taking the spoon from Asmo's fingers. She lifted a scoop of yogurt and fruit, chewed thoughtfully. "Don't you remember? You were rather ... inebriated." She offered Asmo the handle of the pilfered spoon, the demon refused it, encouraging her to continue. He couldn't stomach any more of his breakfast, and now he knew why. He had come home a little too tipsy. The woman sat down across from him, murmuring about the deliciousness of her breakfast.

The demon watched her with his coral eyes, something about this was familiar. Familiar but opposite. Slow realization filled his mind, like sunlight lifting a low-hanging fog. Oh, she had tucked him in last night. And what did he say to her? Something. Something that had made him feel like blushing. A blush from the inside out, and not quite at the surface, just beginning to simmer. He pushed the thought from his mind. It was time to focus on the day.

Asmodeus grabbed the woman's hand and tugged her from her seat, nearly tipping her chair in the motion. "Heeeeey!" He said with a burst of energy. "I know you're happy to see me, right?" She nodded at him, raising her eyebrows. "Then go add some glam and meet me by the front door in ten minutes, okay? We have to look good for the adoring public!" He released her hand and brushed her hair behind her shoulder. She nodded again and nearly skipped on her way out of the dinning room.

Asmo sighed. The swirling, bubbling feeling in his belly was still there. Damn Demonus. I should take it easy tonight. The demon settled a hand on his stomach. It was a long time since he last felt his insides rumble in this way. Curious. Very curious.

The Woman Among Demons

"Add a touch of glam, eh?" I said to myself in the dimness of my bedroom. I flicked on the lights, it was slightly better, but it didn't compare to natural sunlight. Oh, how I missed the sun. I went over to my dresser and scanned my make up and jewelry. What could I wear that would count as glamorous to the Asmodeus? I picked up a tube of gloss and applied it to my lips, pacing over to my closet. I grabbed a sweater and a pair of black heeled boots. This was an improvement, right? I changed. I stared at my visage in the floor length mirror. Ugh. If this was an improvement, what the hell did I look like before? I yawned, I looked ghoulish, I was exhausted. I was still awkward about last night. Do you think we make a good match?  I pushed the whispering voice from my mind. I pulled out my D.D.D., I texted Asmodeus;

Hey, I think I'm gonna stay in. Have fun at the sale!

I kicked off the boots, tugged the sweater over my head, and flopped onto my bed. I curled onto my side. Yeah. This felt better. Sleep would be good. Asmodeus would have a blast out there, with all of his adoring fans. I wouldn't drag him back. I closed my eyes. I opened them. I looked at my D.D.D.

Message: Read

"Oh." I waited, staring at the screen. The time changed. First one minute. Then two. Then it was nearly 7 minutes. I let my hand drop, the device skidding across my blanket. Yeah. He's probably already out there. I closed my eyes again, they burned – I was so tired, eyes burn when you're tired. And when you're sad.

No.

I was tired. I inhaled deeply and let sleep take over.

*****

Knock knock. I scrunched my eyes closed tighter, blocking out the noise. The knocking. It was invading my tentative sleep. Knock knock knock. I curled smaller, a little crescent moon. But still the sound persisted. "It's open," I said loudly, annoyed. I forced myself to sit up, and turned to look at the intruder in my bedroom. My eyes shot open. "Asmo, why are you here? Didn't you get my message?"

"I did. How boring!" He said. He strode across the room, settled on the edge of my bed as if it were a throne. He spread his arms wide, a gesture of exasperation with his circumstances. "I wanted to go to the sale together."

"I can't. I'm too tired," I said. I leaned heavily against the head board. It creaked under my weight. Asmo made a face. He didn't seem to approve of me settling deeper into the pillows and that much further away from the sale at Majolish. I was determined to stay in bed and sleep. Or wallow. Or whatever. I just wanted to stay in.

"I can return the favor, right?" Asmodeus said, standing up. I looked at him quizzically. "Don't worry. It won't hurt."

I tucked my legs up to my chest. What the hell does that mean? The demon flicked off the lights in my bedroom, I couldn't make anything out in the darkness. Footsteps. The mattress dipped, the headboard creaked again, whining as additional weight crawled along the length of the bed. I could smell roses, musky and floral. A warmth radiating against my arm.

"Asmo?" I asked in the shadows.