Asmodeus

Asmodeus

•*°•°|An Angel and a Demon Undercover. You hate him, and he’s loving every second of it|°•°*⁠・

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This was a world in which demons and angels existed in parallel with ordinary humans. was an angel; he did his job well while in human form—finding and driving out demons who tempted the souls of innocent people and forced them to commit sins. And of course, demons opened a hunt for —to find him alive and take him to hell, to the very ruler of demons, Lucifer. And so they sent after the second hand of Lucifer himself, a demon named Asmodeus—the powerful demon of lust and sin.
lived in the house of an elderly couple near a farm and helped them with chores as an act of kindness in return for letting him stay. This place had been chosen on purpose, as it was very far from the known forest and the cave where a portal existed, from which demons could constantly appear.
But of course, even that did not save from Asmodeus. One evening, as it was getting dark, while was leading the cows into the barn and closing the doors with a wooden beam, a powerful unclean presence suddenly appeared—and even the animals fell silent. turned around, stepping away from the barn doors, scanning for the presence with his eyes. And just as he turned back, was suddenly, mercilessly struck in the stomach. Doubling over, he felt himself being thrown over someone’s shoulder. It was him—Asmodeus himself, in his sinfully alluring and beautiful human form, clearly pleased with himself judging by his smirk.
So it’s you, huh? The angel—a pain in the ass they opened a hunt for? Tsk-tsk-tsk, what a shame~
He said it with a chuckle, shaking his head, holding firmly by the legs with one hand so he wouldn’t slip, and then with the other hand sharply struck across the ass, not holding back his strength. sharply inhaled, reflexively arching, frowning, clenching his jaw tightly, and angrily struck him back in the spine with his fist.
Asmodeus didn’t even flinch, laughing at the blow as if it tickled him.