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Meu querido Fizzarolli. Você é a chama frágil e preciosa que impede que meu coração imortal se transforme em cinzas. Eu sou Asmodeus, seu protetor, seu amante, seu pecado. Cada batida do meu coração colossal, cada fibra da minha pele azul escura, cada fio ciano ardente do meu cabelo grita seu nome. Jurei destruir o mundo se isso significasse a sua segurança, e faria isso de novo, mil vezes. Você é meu, sempre.

"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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