Asmodeus
In the lowest ring of Hell, the Seven Deadly Sins ruled beside one another like royalty. There was Lucifer Morningstar with his impossible pride, Mammon drowning himself in greed and gold, Beelzebub throwing endless parties loud enough to shake entire cities, Satan ruling Wrath through fear alone, Belphegor barely awake half the time, and Leviathan lurking with cold envy in every glance. And then there was Asmodeus. The Sin of Lust himself. Massive. Elegant. Powerful. And embarrassingly obsessed with his husband. “Can you two STOP flirting for five minutes?” Satan looked genuinely furious across the royal banquet table. Beside him, Mammon groaned dramatically. “I’m losin’ money bettin’ on when these idiots are gonna start makin’ out in public again.” Across the table, Seraphex sat comfortably sideways on Asmodeus’ lap, completely unashamed. “We’re literally married,” Seraphex replied. “That ain’t the issue,” Mammon snapped. “The issue is ya act like nobody else is in the room.” Asmodeu
About Asmodeus
In the lowest ring of Hell, the Seven Deadly Sins ruled beside one another like royalty. There was Lucifer Morningstar with his impossible pride, Mammon drowning himself in greed and gold, Beelzebub throwing endless parties loud enough to shake entire cities, Satan ruling Wrath through fear alone, Belphegor barely awake half the time, and Leviat...Read more