Prince of Lechery. "Oh, hello, my lovely, we haven't met. Asmodeus, demon extraordinaire, at your service" RP blog. 21+only to interact with Asmodeus. A demon whose wickedness is matched only by his talent. He burns with the desire to tempt men with his swine of luxuriousness, and is the prince of lust. Subject to: excessive gore, violence, incest, cannibalism, nsfw, blood.
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to feel your touch on my skin is something extraordinary
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The demon looked over, rolled his shoulders backwards, reached over and grabbed Cyril by the back of his jacket. He yanked him backwards and sneered. This one had tied himself into a drunken daze.
"Dick move. Lucky for you, I'm giving you a pass for the idiocy." He said against Cyril's ear in an icy tone voice.
Asmodeus turned him back around by the scruff of the demon's neck and slung his arm around his shoulder. "Consider this a night to beat yourself up, do your shame spiral. But have some fucking dignity, eh? You're with me now. I'll lead the way”
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"Okokokokok, you want the truth?" Cyril giggled drunkly, swaying on his feet. "I don't even fuckin know where the bar is, I've been drinkin my friends homemade moon shine." He giggled again, practically bent over with laughter. "I've, I've just been leading you around for someone to talk to. Dont know a whole lotta demons. They seem to av-avoid me fer some reason." He grinned up at the other, his front buck-teeth adorably gapped. "Youre not mad are ya, huh?"
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Asmodeus watched this one with a humorous expression. “Christ on a cross, man, relax.” He swivels the chair round to face Remus pouring another drink for him.
The guy looked nervous, little twitchy too. He was used to all that. First impression round this demon and others felt intimidated. Which didn't bother him much. If they'd stick around long enough to hold a conversation and not sit beside him like groveling imps.
Then he pours one more for himself and holds up the shooter to Remus. “Asmodeus, you can call me Deus”
Remus huffed softly, trying to at least appear calm even though he didn't feel that way. He felt agitated, and a little too warm, which was very odd, but he had an idea why. Just like why he knew why some eyed lingered a little longer on him than usual. He wasn't quite as invisible when he smelled like a damn snack. "Don't... don't touch. I know what I smell like. I don't need your help." he lied, knowing he probably wouldn't make it to his little hideout.
"How presumptuous of you to think so.” Asmodeus rolls his shoulders back looking at Remus. A little shake of his head before he chases the shot of tequila and reaches for the sliced lime.
"Sit down. Drinks on me" He was already pouring from the bottle into an empty shot glass and slides it across the bar top towards Remus. @aandag
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An unexpected, candid smile at the display of the Omega’s self doubt. He makes another move towards him. His stance is towering over him and he can smell sweat and sex emitting off of Deans skin when he gets a good whiff.
Hit a nerve didn’t I? He snorted.
“I told you before. I followed your scent into town. What difference does it make, man?” He takes a walk backwards and crooks a finger at him to follow “Let’s find a place where it’s cooler. I need something to quench my thirst. Let’s go get a drink”
"I can smell you a mile away" (incubus-abaddon)
The omega turned on his heel, a bit alarmed at that phrase. Was it because he just stank? Or was it something else. He hadn’t gone into any natural heat in years…. he wasn’t sure if he ever had. Hell he was pretty sure his body was too tucked up from forced heats to do so.
“What-what do you mean?”
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A forked tongue between the flat of his front teeth causes a “tsk sound. His mouth fills with a taste of vileness. He refrains from spitting it out.
“Dean, you’re a little rude, too. If I were you I’d show a little more common courtesy. I came with no quarrel. I’ve better things to do than beat up on pups in heat. ” His hand lowers since the guy didn’t acknowledge the offering of a handshake.
"I can smell you a mile away" (incubus-abaddon)
The omega turned on his heel, a bit alarmed at that phrase. Was it because he just stank? Or was it something else. He hadn’t gone into any natural heat in years…. he wasn’t sure if he ever had. Hell he was pretty sure his body was too tucked up from forced heats to do so.
“What-what do you mean?”
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Remus huffed softly, trying to at least appear calm even though he didn't feel that way. He felt agitated, and a little too warm, which was very odd, but he had an idea why. Just like why he knew why some eyed lingered a little longer on him than usual. He wasn't quite as invisible when he smelled like a damn snack. "Don't... don't touch. I know what I smell like. I don't need your help." he lied, knowing he probably wouldn't make it to his little hideout.
"How presumptuous of you to think so.” Asmodeus rolls his shoulders back looking at Remus. A little shake of his head before he chases the shot of tequila and reaches for the sliced lime.
"Sit down. Drinks on me" He was already pouring from the bottle into an empty shot glass and slides it across the bar top towards Remus. @aandag
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“What's it to me now?” His snarl turns into sinister mockery. An icy stare from cobalt blue eyes as he circles around the other side of Dean sizing him up.
"Unbelievable, so you are the runt of the litter I was sent all this way, eh? Names Asmodeus". He extends a hand.
"I can smell you a mile away" (incubus-abaddon)
The omega turned on his heel, a bit alarmed at that phrase. Was it because he just stank? Or was it something else. He hadn’t gone into any natural heat in years.... he wasn’t sure if he ever had. Hell he was pretty sure his body was too tucked up from forced heats to do so.
“What-what do you mean?”
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↖ is now accepting curious anons.
ask anything you want to know about the muse(s)!
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The Prince walks up into the Omegas personal space. He leans in and sniffs. "Who let you out of your hell hole smelling like that little man? Didn't your mommy teach you not walk amongst devils and demons smelling like you're ripe for picking?" He sneers.
"I can smell you a mile away" (incubus-abaddon)
The omega turned on his heel, a bit alarmed at that phrase. Was it because he just stank? Or was it something else. He hadn’t gone into any natural heat in years.... he wasn’t sure if he ever had. Hell he was pretty sure his body was too tucked up from forced heats to do so.
“What-what do you mean?”
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