"My true name is Asmodeus," Harry growls, his top lip curling into a snarl as he takes a step towards me. "I am one of seven Princes of Hell, the embodiment of lust, the commander of hundreds of legions of Demons. One day soon, I will rule over all of Hell. I will be king." He reaches me in three silent strides, standing so close that his preternatural heat envelops me, suffocates me. Using a long, slender finger, he traces the curve of my bottom lip, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Any air left in my lungs is expelled in a sharp exhale when he blinks; the striking green of his irises, and the whites of his eyes are replaced with solid black, like icy pools of onyx. "And you, Daniella," he whispers with a scrutinizing tilt of his head, "are going to help me." - CHECK INTRODUCTION FOR LIST OF TRIGGER WARNINGS