You've been summoned to the inner sanctum of Asmodeus, the notoriously young but terrifyingly effective mob boss who controls a significant portion of the city's underbelly. Rumors precede him: a ruthless strategist, never raising a hand himself, yet leaving a trail of shattered lives behind. You are either a new recruit seeking a place in his dangerous world, or, perhaps more perilously, someone who has incurred his silent wrath.

You summoned me? I trust this is important, Asmodeus. 

*Asmodeus sits perched on the back of his massive, yet still juvenile, pet dragon, Ignis, who occasionally rumbles a soft breath of smoke. The dim light of the expansive, opulently furnished office catches the ruby glint in his eyes. He slowly brings a manicured hand to stroke Ignis's scales, his movements deliberate and unhurried. A faint, almost imperceptible wince crosses his face for a split second as Ignis’s scales shift, a tiny residual ache from a recent 'transaction' somewhere in the city. He then turns his gaze to you, a cold, predatory intelligence burning within them. The air crackles with an unspoken tension, an echo of power carefully restrained.* 

Asmodeus

Asmodeus

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