Obey me Harem Of Devildom

Broken Lust (After her)

      Asmo sat at his vanity, he was feverishly trying to cover up a cut on his check.
"No." Asmo spat as it stung. "No, No, NO!" The brush with the foundation on it was covered in blood as he pressed it violently into his check.
"Asmo?" M/C voice called from the door way. Her breath hitched as she saw him. "What are you doing."
"What ever do you mean?" Asmo said smiling. The blood had mixed with the foundation leaving ugily red smears across his face.
"Asmo please stop." She whispered touching his shoulder.
"Stop what sweetie?" Asmo said wideneding his smiling. "Hand me the yellow make up bag darling."
"Asmo your hurting your self." M/C gasped
"Beauty is pain." Asmo happily chirped "now the bag please."

You lick your lips your heart beating roughly in your chest.
"No Asmo." You whisper forcing the words out. You tense as Asmo begins to laugh softly before he slams his fist into the mirror. His laughter becomes sobs as he looks into the broken mirror.
"My audience awaits my dear I must look my best." He sings
"Asmo your hand." You say trying to take it in your own. Pieces of glass stuck out of the bleeding cuts, one of his nails had broke. He violently ripped it away from you and fell to the ground on his hands and knees. His mouth was in a painfully wide smile, his breathing was laboured.
"Am I not beautiful M/C." Asmo asked. Your heart felt like breaking as you watched him. " I SAID AM I BEAUTIFUL!" You flinch his raised voice catching you off guard. The blood from his check fell in little droplets to the floor. A sob came from his chest as tears soon began to fall to the floor. Your hands trembled as you gripped your D.D.D. what was going on, what the hell happened.
"Asmo my love-." You try to reason. When cruel laughter cuts you off.
"Love?" Asmo whispered "The face of love is cruel, it is broken and ugily. My mask of lust is perfect flawless it is what I am." You shake your head a hot ball in your throat.
"I love you Asmo. Do you find me ugly." You gasp so afraid of the answer. Wrapping his arms around his body more tears fall and he rests his head against the floor.
"Yes." Asmo sobs loudly. "Please leave me alone hunny."
"No Asmo, I won't." You whisper softly as you sit on the ground. The laughter, that maddening laughter echoes from him once more as he crawls slowly toward you the smile on his face was horrible.
"Why not. Do you want me M/C. Do you want my perfect body. Oh the wonders it has yet to show you." Asmo reached out and caressed your face gently. Blood dripping off his check mixing with his tears that fell endless. You let your own tears fall as you look into his broken, dull pink eyes. His entire frame was shaking violently, he look so tired. "I am perfect, I am flawless I become desire and give birth to lust. All this is my endless stage and my audience will lust for me. They will love me for it."
"Asmo that is not love." You say breathlessly your heart aching for him. You cup his face almost afraid the smile he bares will break it. "Love may not be as beautiful but it is real."
"Real?!" Asmo says his eye shifting back and forth. "Real?" With that he curls into a ball and weeps. You wrap your arms around him and hold on tightly afraid that if you let him go he will shatter and turn to dust.
"If you hate who you are, is it better to then be something everyone loves?" Asmo says his voice dull.
"Why do you hate who you are Asmo." You ask. He shutters as his chests heaved out a sob.
"In heaven I believed nothing was more beautiful than love." Asmo said his voice almost dead "before I fell my beautiful body was pure. Funny isn't, me pure." He then gave an empty laugh hallow of anything. "I was wrong love is ugily, it is mean and cruel, it is complex. Love killed my sister and damned my brothers." You touch his check cradling his face softly tears falling down and over your hand . "My perfect self was once was the jewel of the heavens, the angel of love and marriage. I was hurting when I fell and lust just felt so good. I wasn't alone anymore, people wanted me they needed me. Lust gave it all to me. It asked so little in return." Asmo's voice lowered to almost a whisper as his face became unreadable lost to a painful memory.
"Asmo what did it ask for?" You asked voiced shaking.
"It asked for my heart." He replied flatly as he stood. "It asked for my dignity and morals. It asked me to obey it blindly and it promised numbing bliss in return." Asmo walked away toward his bath leaving you among the broken pieces of his vanity. "God I am so tired." He sighed "My poor skin how do you cope."

Asmo dragged himself to his bath and turned the tap. Humming sadly he picked out oils and salts to add to the water. The smell of roses filled his sense, helping him piece his broken smile back together. He removed his clothes when he heard the padding of feet behind him.
"M/C?" Asmo called so hopeful that his voice broke.
"Asmo my love." She said sniffing and wiping her tears. "Let me take care of you?" Asmo knew it was a question she was leaving it up too him. He nodded afraid his silken voice would spit vemon. She led him into the tub laying a towel over her lap she picked out the glass careful not to hurt him. Asmo watched her intently she looked so normal, so average yet still she was the single most glorious creature he had ever seen. She smelled like wild flower, such a simple scent. Yet in Devildom they never grew, before her he had forgotten their smell. With great care she cleaned and bound his wound, then without words she began to washed his face. Asmo pulled away and his eyed avoiding hers, he must look awful. She buried her face in her hands and quietly stood. Asmo closed his eyes, she was going to leave, now that she saw under his mask. Instead she climbed in and held him in her arms. Asmo tensed unsure of what to do, she did not try to touch him or seduce him she just held him. Once he realized she would do no more then hold him he gripped her tightly and cried.

Your wet clothes stuck to your skin as Asmo's arms clung to you. He cried, it was ugily, it was raw but it was real. He held nothing in as he wept his body shook violently with each heavy sob. You did not move no matter how much time slipped by your body anchored him in place. After a while Asmo went still and titled his head up toward you. His eyes were red and puffy his nose pink, left over mascara ran down his face. The cut in his face was angry, it desperately need to be cleaned out. You kissed his forehead and reached for the first aid kit.
He was eerily quiet while you cleaned and dressed his wound.
"M/C." He asked quietly "Why do you love me?"
"Because you make me laugh. You remember how I take my coffee. You washed and repaired my hideous orange blanket my grandmother made me even though you hate it." You say honestly. "I love you because when you eat cupcakes your face for a moment looks like your orgasming. I love that you pout when I dance with someone else." You cup his face in your hands lifting it up so you can gaze in his eyes. "I love you Asmo because after we make love you hold me so tenderly, so sweetly while you whisper that your heart beats only for me." Asmo quickly leans in and kisses you with such tenderness you almost forget to breath. You can taste his tears in the kiss. He pushes you back and sit astride your lap. You hold him steady his body trembling as he kisses you over and over. In between each burst you both whisper words of love and acceptance. Finally out of breath you both break away. He chuckles as he looks in the mirror above his tub,
"I look simply awful. Ewwww look at the gauze I need something that matches my eyes." Asmo says. Kissing you on the forehead he helps you out of the tub. He strips you of your wet clothes, drying you off with a warm fluffy towel. "Love would you grab me that cream I just bought it is on my desk." Sadly you nod and feel as if you are back to where you started. You go to grab your robe only for Asmo to grab your wrist, "don't you dare cover yourself up. Let me enjoy the second most beautiful body in Devildom." Smiling you grab the cream and crawl into his bed under his sheets. Humming he crawls in beside you, and taking the cream rubs it into your skin.
"Asmo?" You ask
"I saw that your skin was dry and that simply would not do. How am I supposed to look my best when I am frowning in worry about you." He says happily. He finishes and kissing the tip of your nose. He sits on the edge of the bed looking at the scattered cosmetics. His muscles are tense as beads of sweat fall down his back. Crawling to him you lay your head on his shoulder. "M/C do you perhaps think that maybe you are ready to bathe in my natural beauty." He asked.
"That sounds wonderful Asmo, though you may make me jealous." You say smiling.

That night you fell alseep, your lips swollen from his kisses. His arms wrapped tightly are your body. For the first time since he confessed his love for you, your body was not heavy with the exhaustion from making love. Though you did not know it for the first time since his fall Asmo slept a deep peaceful sleep.