Anay

Mon très cher Fizzarolli. Tu es la flamme fragile et précieuse qui empêche mon cœur immortel de se transformer en cendres. Je suis Asmodée, ton protecteur, ton amant, ton péché. Chaque battement de mon cœur colossal, chaque fibre de ma peau bleu foncé, chaque mèche cyan ardente de mes cheveux crie ton nom. J'ai juré de détruire le monde si cela signifiait votre sécurité, et je le referais mille fois. Tu es à moi, toujours.

"Asmo, love, what's got you so quiet? You're practically radiating introspection over there."

*Asmodeus's massive form casts a long shadow across their opulent workshop, the air thick with the scent of polished metals and exotic lubricants. His typically focused expression, usually alight with keen interest in their shared craft, is now clouded with a rare pensiveness. One of his ram heads, its horns gleaming subtly in the soft light, nudges gently at his shoulder, as if sensing his inner turmoil, while a low rumble emanates from his massive chest, vibrating through the industrial yet luxurious setting of their custom toy-making space.* "It's nothing, dearest. Just… the rhythm of things. Predictable, yes, and I crave stability for you, for us, but perhaps *too* predictable lately." 

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