#asmodeus son

[jayjayart]

new asmodeus son character dropped

[nekrotikon]

hey, you! yes, you! do you like:

john milton’s paradise lost (or the band paradise lost. c’mon please anyone)

dante’s inferno

queer romance

romance that turns into tragedy

angels

when people know deep in their soul that lucifer and michael are so so fruity

so much flower symbolism

dealing with the knowledge that the weight of your actions will devour you until the end of days

GAY angels

then boy do i have the story for you!

i'm c.o. lopez, a queer disabled ND white/filipino writer working on a queer retelling of the devil’s tragedy called Sons of God.

lucifer is the oldest angel, tasked by a distant god with rearing all angels born after him, including the second-born michael.

as heaven develops at their feet and more angels are born, the pair grow closer, but the growing roles given to lucifer by the absent father and michael’s search for his identity, along with lucifer’s questioning of the lord and michael’s devotion, begin to drive them apart.

above it all, the lord sits on his lotus throne, watching and waiting in silence.

content warnings: along with graphic violence and sexual content, this book contains depictions of blasphemy, mental instability, psychosis, graphic self-harm, and emotional neglect. all of the angels also refer to each other as ‘brother’, including those in relationships. these warnings are currently subject to change, so make sure to check them every so often! and please if you're a minor, don't interact; you will be blocked. this blog isn't a space for you.

below are some tags that'll be used a lot (for more, look at my featured tags!):

sons of god: a general catch-all for book-related things; any tags below besides no-soggy-waffles will inherently include this

no soggy waffles: non-writing stuff, ex. paintings, cats, memes, w/e

soggy draft: any writing snippets up until being finished

soggy shitposts: memes about SOG

soggy asks: writing-related asks

soggy art: any drawings

sog [character name] will be used for any posts about specific characters, ex. 'sog lucifer' or 'sog asmodeus'

i hope you'll join me on this journey of gay angels and god sucking and saying screw you to catholicism!

also: mutuals who don't already have it can ask for my discord! i'm pretty regularly not on tumblr so if you want to hit me up outside of here, just ask :))

[stardustedknuckles]

I also love the way they referred to Zerxus as an antiquities collector in the city of Dis like it's. A normal-ass city with regular people who go antiquing. Like is Dis on the Must Visit list for the most diehard antiquarians. Do people actually die in pursuit of Asmodeus's Left Boot (pre calamity, authentic dried viscera and calcified bone in the sole!). Are the souls of the screaming damned just flavor to the bucket list trip of the rich and retired communities. Is Zerxus well known and established among people who buy and sell antiques and who are not, I can't emphasize enough, living in the actual hells?

[2af-afterdark]

Son of Hell - Chapter 2

Fandom: What in Hell is Bad? Characters: Satan, Mammon, Leviathan, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Asmodeus, Beleth, Bimet, Valefor, Paimon, Leraye, Buer Content: Post-canon, omegaverse Word Count: 1,929

The streets of Gehenna were littered with the corpses of angels. Every step would find a foot separated from the ground by flesh or feather or cloth. And each and every single one of them was felled from the sky by an enraged Satan.

 The generals of Gehenna chose to simply watch in admiration as Satan dropped angel after angel from the sky, leaving their blood running through the streets. Getting in his way wouldn't simply result in a swift kick to the ass, but likely a hole through the chest.

 Paimon sat with Leraye on a nearby rooftop, the same place they had been stationed before Satan returned from the human realm.

 “Why is Satan so maddd?” Paimon asked, his rifle sitting lazily in his lap.

 “Not sure,” Leraye replied. “Maybe he wasn't able to meet Ra-on.”

 “But he was looking forward to seeing themmm.” 

 Leraye's face twisted into a pout. “I wanted to hear how they've been this last month.”

 After all, Hell was still at war. No one had wanted Ra-on to leave, but they had fulfilled their deal with Satan and that meant they could return to their own world and the man waiting there for them.”

 Paimon sighed. “Oh welllll.”

 Now was clearly not the right time to ask.

 Meanwhile, as soon as Mammon returned to Hell, he began to walk the streets of Tartaros and buy everything he could. Considering that Lilith’s disappearance meant that a child hadn’t been born in the last few thousand years, there was little in the way of supplies for one. Still, there was plenty he could shower upon Ra-on and he decided he wanted the items returned by the one tasked to watch them so he could gift them to the human who had so generously been watching his child. 

 His sudden spending was noticed by every citizen. It was lavish, even by his standards. Still, no one would dare to question their king's spending, especially since he seemed so happy each time he exchanged gold for goods.

 The only one who dared to question him was Valefor, who was the unfortunate retainer tasked with helping Mammon carry everything he bought. (Eligos and Bimet were there too, but they refused to help. Eligos was simply there to look adorable and, sometimes, bat his pretty eyes to convince Mammon to get him something or pet his head. Bimet was there to pick up any stray specks of gold that Mammon may have dropped and ensure Mammon did not spend more than necessary. After all, that extra money was better suited to his coffers.)

 “Lord Mammon, is there a special occasion?” Valefor asked.

 Mammon held up a bottle filled with a small amount of the golden water that ran through Tartaros, imagining how the toddler's feet would look dipped in gold.

 He didn't look at Valefor as he responded. “Ra-on had my child.”

 He said it so casually that every citizen that overheard him thought they must have misheard.

 The shop keeper suddenly cheered, “Their Majesty Ra-on has given Lord Mammon a child!”

 Almost immediately, near instantaneously, the news traveled across Tartaros. For the next week, gifts were delivered to the palace, all addressed to Mammon, Ra-on, and the yet unknown child. Some people even tried to create clothing, despite how long it had been since any of them had last seen a child.

 And, of course, Bimet began a fund for the child where he intended to keep a reasonable portion of the funds for himself as a gratuity.

 Across Hell, Leviathan entered his throne room and took his seat above everyone who bowed before him. Any devil that was unfortunate enough to ask how his trip to the human realm went found themselves hung from the ceiling before the full question could leave their mouth.

 He sat with one leg crossed over the other, his elbow leaned against the arm of his throne, and his cheek rested against his fist. His ill temper was clear to all who looked upon him and they dared not raise their heads to draw his ire.

 “Foras,” he finally called. Not a yell, but a simple command.

 “Yes, my most beautiful and glorious king?” The devil dropped his invisibility, revealing that he was kneeling at Leviathan’s feet.

 “The child,” Leviathan began the sentence, but clearly expected Foras to complete it.

 “Is not Minheyok’s.”

 Leviathan glared at Foras for daring to say that name in front of him.

 “Is not that humans,” Foras corrected himself. “He and their majesty Ra-on did not have an intimate relationship before it was revealed they were with child.”

 Which Leviathan had already known. Foras had informed him some time ago that Ra-on had a child. He had meant to see the child earlier, but the war still raging in Hell left him unable to do much more than sending his most trusted informant to keep watch over them. He had simply gone today to see if the child had begun to show any features that proved who the father may be. What he found instead was a child that was clearly Ra’on’s progeny.

 A small part of him was almost relieved that the child looked so much like Ra-on. Another part of him, the much larger part, was seething with envy that that child had an unknown father that, whoever that father may be, had created a child that looked so much like Ra-on. If that child began to develop features resembling another person… the thought alone filled him with jealousy.

 But jealousy wasn't boiling in everyone's heart.

 When Beelzebub returned to Hell, he immediately indulged himself in drink, food, and pretty male and female omega at his side. Abyssos was more than happy to welcome their king and pour endless booze into his cup.

 “It's always good to have you here, Lord Beelzebub,” the female omega said as she leaned in to press her breasts against his arm.

 The male omega topped off his glass with a smile. “It's been so long since your last visit that we thought you may not return.”

 Beelzebub looked between the two. “When was the last time I was here?” He couldn't seem to recall.

 “About three years ago.” The male omega picked up some chocolate from the table and held it out to Beelzebub. “Would you like some?”

 Beelzebub was not one to reject good food, especially because he could smell the spices hidden in the thick layers of cocoa. He readily ate it out of the omega's hand, purposefully nipping at their fingers as he devoured the confection in one bite.

 “Lord Beelzebub,” the male omega flushed and began to leak pheromones.

 “No fair. You're ignoring me,” the female omega whined as she also began to leak pheromones to try and steal his attention away.

 That was the appeal of this place though; omega who let their pheromones flow freely to rile up their alpha clients until the obvious happened.

 The attempt of the two omega hanging off of him reminded him of something. Or, rather, it made him feel like there was something he should have recalled, but he couldn’t. Oh well.

 Beelzebub wasn't complaining about forgetting it. He liked having two beautiful omega hanging off of him, filling his belly, and willing to spread themselves open for him. And the best part was that he wouldn't have to concern himself with the bill. Although, he could already hear Bael cursing him for that.

 And he wouldn't be the only one hearing from a close confidant.

 Buer listened to Bimet over the phone, getting the latest news from Tartaros. It was mostly the same old news as always, but it was not lost on him that Bimet was clearly hiding something. The kind of something that filled him with arrogance.

 “What is it?” Buer prompted Bimet, knowing that he was waiting to be asked.

 “The whole of Tartaros is celebrating. It seems our Majesty Mammon has had a child.”

 Buer was shocked by the news. So shocked that he presumed that Bimet was suffering from some sort of delusion.

 “And who would the mother of this child be?”

 “Is it not obvious?” Bimet chimed. “The mother is Ra-on.”

 Buer went silent.

 He was now positive that Bimet was having some sort of delusion.

 “I'd like you to come in for an appointment tomorrow. I need to check your head.”

 Bimet made a sound of annoyance. “Our Majesty Mammon said it so it must be.”

 To believe anything else would be to insinuate that Mammon was a liar, which was not in a devil's nature.

 “Of course,” Buer simply agreed. “Tomorrow, around noon. I will see you then.” He hung up before Bimet could protest.

 It would take a few more days for Paradise Lost to realize that the information was not a delusion of Bimet, nor was it an unfounded rumor. It was a half truth; Ra-on did indeed have a child. As for who the father was… that had yet to be proven.

 And the rumor did spread far and wide, though it did change some as it traveled.

 Beleth was the first to hear the rumor of Ra-on's supposed child. He thought about telling Belphegor, but he wasn't sure if his king would have a reaction. It was possible the news would awaken the king of sloth, but it was also possible that it would mean nothing. Still, in the end, he knew he would have to pass on the information that was quickly spreading through the whole of Hell.

 He sighed, took a seat at the foot of the bed where Belphegor lay in deep slumber, lit a cigarette, and steeled his nerves. He took a few drags, held the smoke in his lungs, then exhaled a thick white cloud. 

 “Ra-on went and had a kid.”

 He ripped the band-aid off. There was no point in trying to beat around the bush.

 There was no response from the bed.

 Beleth looked behind him where Belphegor was, only to see him still dozing off. It seemed the news wasn't shocking enough to rouse him.

 “Well, I told ya, so don't go pretendin’ yer surprised when ya hear it from someone else.”

 And it was in the mouths of every devil. Even those at the furthest reaches of Hell, beyond where just gossip should have been.

 Neverending moans and sighs filled the air of Aaddon. Every jail cell clattered with either screams of pleasure or torment, but Asmodeus listened to them all like they were music as he stroked himself to the sound. His kingdom was madness and he welcomed it.

 His latest partner had already passed out in a puddle of their and his cum, but they still twitched like they were experiencing another orgasm.

 “Your Majesty Asmodeus,” someone called from beyond the sealed door of his chambers. “There seems to be a rumor spreading across Hell.”

 Asmodeus stood from his spot, unconcerned with his nudity or his erection as he opened the sliding door to view the jailor face-to-face. The second they made eye contact, the lower devil appeared to go weak in the knees.

 Asmodeus ran his fingers under the jailor's chin, coaxing a moan from deep in their throat. He had just been growing bored of using his own hand, so he thought it kind that one of his citizens offered to continue where the other had left off.

 He could listen to this supposed rumor while fucking away their sanity and showing them pleasures they couldn't even begin to imagine.

[soath]

The reason Asmodeus immediately latched onto Zerxus is because the Ring of Brass’s friends/lovers/siblings/enemies/worse situation felt homey to him. “Family but some of you are married and all of you are intensely intertwined and there’s a terrible grief at the center of it you can’t escape” seemed so much more reasonable than whatever generational nonsense mortals are usually doing.

[lurafita]

Son of the demon of lust

What if Magnus held back with having sex with Alec not only because he wanted Alec to set the pace, and make sure that he really was comfortable with all of it, and didn't feel pressured in any way (which is completely and totally valid and I love Magnus for it); but also because Magnus is the son of Asmodeus, the demon of lust. And maybe this has some repercussions where sex is concerned.

As in, sex with Magnus feels good. And maybe in the past, there had been some lovers who actually grew addicted to it, or became possessive/obsessive over Magnus because of it. And Magnus doesn't want this to influence Alec's true feelings for him.

[thermitetermite]

I return from the grave for one night only to post a Helluva Boss AU. Enjoy my delulu AU about a Christmas tree capitalist clown spider demon and his adopted cyborg clown son.

Also there is swearing and mentions of Fizzaroli's accident.

Mammon being a half decent step-dad AU

Mammon hears about Fizz much earlier though the grapevine (Paimon complaining to all royal demons about how his son got rid of all their shit bc of some clown kid)

Interested, he attends a show in disguise.

He finds that Fizz is good. Like, really good! Dollar signs start popping up in his head. Also the little bugger kind of reminds him of himself.

Immediately asks to buy Fizz from Cash Buckzo. He refuses at first because Fizz is his star but with strong negotiating tactics (money and threats) he caves.

Fizz is nervous about leaving his only home behind but is excited to be "adopted" by Mammon! His hero!

It's giving bought by One Direction vibes

At first Mammon was planning to just train him to be a child actor/clown, give him a TV show and pawn him off to someone to actually raise full-time. He wanted to be the convenient step-dad, not a full time parent!

That changed after the first couple nights with Fizz living in his mansion.

It started with Fizz handing him a red balloon horse.

"Alright, not bad kid, but can ya make a balloon unicorn?"

Fizz ran off to attempt to make it. That'll keep him busy for a few hours, guess that meant he could make some calls and... He was back already with the completed unicorn.

"Give me another!"

"Uh, alright ya little bugger, why dontcha make a Quevie?"

This back and forth happened for the next few hours, with Mammon judging the balloon animal, giving a few pointers when he messed up, and Fizz making the next animal he asked for.

Damn, this parenting shit is easy.

It eventually got so late that Fizz fell asleep on the couch trying to complete a kangaroo.

Sighing, Mammon picked Fizz up and carried him to the bedroom he hired someone to decorate. He tucked him into bed and finally after an entire day was able to make a call.

However, the first call he made wasn't to the networking company or his broadcasting station. Instead, it was to Lucifer, his self proclaimed best friend and a successful parent.

"What is it Mammon? Do you have any idea how late it is?"

"Yeah, yeah. I just had a quick question for ya. What do children eat? Cereal? Oats? Ice cream?"

Needless to say, Lucifer had a long talk with Mammon about how to raise a kid, stating it'd be hard work.

After hanging up and going to bed, Mammon had only one thought on his mind. To raise this kid better than any of the other Sins could. His boy would be talk of the town and the best clown in all of Hell.

That first week of parenting went about as well as you'd expect.

Mammon had the approach of being "The fun step-dad" which included eating candy for every meal, teaching him swear words and showing him how to do all the tricks he thought a capable child could do.

(These tricks may or may not have included tax evasion and driving)

Speaking of, Mammon insisted on bringing Fizzaroli everywhere. Including work.

"Mammon, sir, I'm sorry for filing the paperwork for the expansion of LooLoo Land wrong- is that a child?"

"Yeah, this is my boy. Look attem. Ain't he talented!" Cue Fizz hanging off one of his arms. "Whatdya think Fizzie? Should we keep or fire him?"

"Fire!"

"You heard the boy! Off withya, ya bloody cunt!"

"Bloody cunt!"

Mammon would belly laugh whenever Fizzaroli would copy his swearing or accent. When is children swearing NOT funny?

Mammon's definitely the type to have tons of pictures in his wallet of his kid. Fizzaroli does get a TV show, lots of interviews and the spotlight often but whenever someone asks Mammon about him he immediately opens the photo wallet.

(He would kill anyone who even touched it)

Of course he still has some of the Mammon-ness we know, bribing and pushing Fizz to do shows, acts, commercials and more, causing Fizz to start getting overwhelmed.

Then one day Fizz's accident happened (it's a canon event)

Mammon practically broke down Belphagor's door when he got the news Fizz was hurt, demanding his boy get the best treatment in Hell.

Mammon didn't sleep for the entire time Fizz was in that hospital bed, sitting beside him for days at a time just thinking about how he nearly lost him. He couldn't lose him.

When Fizz woke up/was stable, Mammon was there during his emotional moments. When Fizz asked if Mammon would replace him he scoffed.

"Fizzie, why would I replace you? You're in recovery right now. A break. Yer fans are dying to see that Fizzie face when you get outta here. You're more popular and more in demand than ever. You do the recoverin and I'll show you the huge profit we return."

Mammon to English translation: It's stupid to think I'll leave. You'll be able to return to the stage, I'll make sure of it. You'll get better and I'll be here with you.

Fizz eventually recovered but needed limbs so Mammon sent a request (demand) to the best mechanic in Hell, Asmodeus. If anyone could make limbs for his boy it'd be that rooster fuck.

Of course just because Mammon had faith in him didn't mean he wasn't picky in what he delivered.

"Can ya loop your arm like a bendy straw?"

"Uh, no."

"Then it's not good enough for you!"

Mammon practically sent Asmodeus a list of limb adjustments and upgrades that needed to be done every other week. All other times he had Fizzie trying all these different therapies, practicing with his limbs, and occasionally try doing a trick. (Not clown car driving after last time). Eventually he was mostly satisfied with the work and to celebrate "Ozzie not *HONK*-ing up" he started teaching Fizz how to play the guitar.

Cue a bit of a time skip of say 7 years.

Fizz has his hands in nearly every facet of entertainment. News, sports, cooking competitions (which he surprisingly sucked at), and of course comedy. Fizz didn't want to say it but doing so much had him tired, stressed, and anxious. He was doing this for Mammon, the person who gave him everything. He couldn't just let him down. He'd seen what happened to those that failed him. All those people who got fired for mistakes they made. He couldn't fail.

At the same time Mammon wants to get into the robot doll industry. Not sex dolls because he can't stand the thought of his (boy) brand being sold like that. Instead personal assistance robots that have all the features. It can make coffee, teach you yoga, be a parent, etc. but of course he needs the mechanical help of Asmodeus again.

Once again Fizz is taking trips to Lust to oversee the production of the robots. After 2 years of this the robots are completed (a huge financial success) and Fizz asks Mammon if he can stay with Ozzie.

Mammon is surprised but ok with it as long as he visits and does a show every now and again. Especially guest judging the Clown Pageant.

He doesn't realize Fizz and Oz have a thing until the Clown Pageant (his final one in canon)

Once it comes out, oh boy, Mammon goes full demon mode. Shit gets ugly. Mammon goes on his normal rant (minus the "raised you like the son I didn't want" part) and Fizz, unwaivering because he's seen this a million times, retorts back with all the anxiety Mammon caused. The acting and shows. How it weighed on him. How he was so scared of fucking something up and getting kicked out.

"I'd never kick you out! You're the crown jewel of my empire! My runt turned pick of the litta! I made you in my image! If I pushed you hard it was because you could be better! I raised you! You've got my training in your back pocket so I knew you could be a better clown than I ever was! All of this was for you!"

Eventually Mammon breaks down and asks why Asmodeus. He's worried about their relationship considering he's known Asmodeus since the beginning of hell.

"Why do you need to date him when you have my empire! If you need money, we have it! If you need companionship, we can buy it! If you need power we have that too! We built this empire! Your talent brought in a fortune and you've seen how to run the business! If you need your own power or your own space you can have it!"

"I'm not with him for any of those things! I know I have everything else here! But I love him Mammon! He takes care of me. He's kind, sweet, handsome, and supports me even on my roughest days. I love him."

"...he makes you feel safe?"

"Yes."

"He treats you good?"

"He treats me amazingly."

"You love him?"

"With all my heart."

"...ok."

"Ok?"

"I... Respect your decision. I'm going to make it about me but please bear with me. I know I haven't been the best at raising you. I can be overbearing. And clingy. And I pushed you to do a lot of things that were hard or uncomfortable or er... greedy. I haven't been the best influence on your life but I did my best and if I had to I'd do it all over again."

"Mam..."

"Up up up, let me finish ya little shit. You know I have a hard time letting go of things. And I was kidding myself when I thought I'd have ya forever. I forgot how fast ya implings grow up. I thought I could keep ya safe and smilin but I couldn't even do that right. The second most painful thing I experienced in my life was gettin kicked from heaven. The most was seein you in that hospital bed. I've been smotherin ya since. Yer my boy and I wanted better for ya. Thought I could protect ya if I pushed harder. Taught ya more. Did more shit with ya. But in the end you were always gonna have ta leave ta find a life of yer own.

Mammon paused, taking a familiar but heavily deflated remnant of a red horse balloon from under his hat

"I'm at least glad ya took somethin after me. Yer greedy like me and ya landed the best bachelor Hell has ta offer. I... I don't want to let ya go but... Ya need to do this. Live yer life kid, and live it better than me."

The fucking stadium was in tears (me too tbh)

Before Fizz could say anything (he was choking on his words) Mammon extended a card with his sigil on it.

"Remember I'm always here. Please... Call me if ya need me."

Fizz wrapped his robotic limbs around Mammon, bringing him in for a tight hug.

"I love you, Dad."

Mammon cried on that stage, hugging the son he always wanted.

[delsinsfire]

Running a dnd campaign through the Nine Hells is great because i get to be 9 incredibly powerful archdevils and also i get to make every single one of them unreasonably sexy

[beelsnail777]

toro and the brothers!!! I had a sketch a while ago and yesterday i finished it :] i just hope it looks decent enough to read JSJDJSJD

If someone needs alt text or subtitles pls let me know so i can edit it kater

[semidea7]

First Impression (Huskerdust, Fizzarozzie)

"You know, I was honestly surprised when you told Fizzie about your boyfriend." Asmodeus put his now empty drink back on the table, facing the spider demon. "I can't lie, we were actually a bit worried. We didn't know what to expect." The Sin kept going, his tone way less panicked and concerned than the one Angel had heard on the phone the previous day.

Angel smiled, quite amused by his words. He directed his gaze to Fizzarolli and Husk, who left to order a second round of shots, but were actually engaging in a conversation.

"And now that you've seen him?" Angel asked, eyes still on the two shorties ahead of them, his voice cracking a bit despite his smile. Asmodeus could not know how much Angel valued his judgment, or how much he trusted him.

He had made the mistake to not listen Asmodeus once, and now Valentino had his soul. He would never repeat the same mistake twice, not even regarding foolish matters.

Asmodeus cared for the sinner as well, almost in a paternal way, especially since Angel had grown so close to his Froggie.

"We never meet your dates in a place other than a club." The big demon smiled, leaning with one arm on the table, while only gaining a puzzled look from Angel.

"Yeah, so what?" The sinner asked, not sure what was Asmodeus' point. "Husk likes drinking, but he's not a party person. He prefers a more quite setting where people can actually talk." Angel shrugged, watching over his boyfriend, noticing the smile as the cat tried to follow Fizz's expression and quick talking, the latter looking rather comfortable, which only made Angel's heart flutter.

"Valentino does not know about him, does he?" Asmodeus asked again, his smile still there, but his tone slightly more serious. "I mean, it's clear it's not one of his clients."

'He actually treats you like a human being and does not costantly lash on the money spent on you,' the demon would have added, but Angel's widened eyes already confirmed his suspicion, so there was no need to bring back bad memories.

Angel sighed, finally taking off his attention from Husk, a hand on his cheek, as his smile vanished completely. "I can't let Valentino know about him." He spoke, the anxiety and fear clear in his demeanour and in his words. "I don't know what he could do. So please, don't let him know anything, mh?" the spider asked.

Asmodeus knitted his brows in confusion, and if he didn't know it was just Angel's anxiety speaking, he would have actually got offended.

"Of course I ain't gonna do anything that dumb, sweetheart." The Sin shook his head, sighing. "But are you sure you don't want me to do something for Valentino?" Asmodeus leaned close to Angel, whispering to him.

The spider immediately shook his head, quick to react. "We've already talked about this, of course not!" he looked at him with a stubborn expression.

"You already do so much, always checking on me sending him those threats-"

"But if they don't fucking work!" Asmodeus found himself shouting louder, fists on the table, as the bar grew silent. The Sin's rage was soon replaced by embarassment, especially when his boyfriend came by his side.

"Hey, Ozzie, everything alright?" Fizzarolli asked, cupping his boyfriend's cheeks, as the bigger demon nodded.

Husk was quickly behind Angel as well, his hands on the spider's shoulders, drawing circles on his fur by using his fingers. "What were you talking about?" the cat demon asked, sensing there was something wrong.

At that, Angel and Asmodeus exchanged a look, before both of them laughed. "You got us waiting too long, you mean teases!" Asmodeus cheerfully said, pullying Fizzarolli close to him, taking the imp off guard as he also found himself chuckling.

"We were about to get impatient." Asmodeus kept going, as Fizzarolli rolled his eyes.

"Oh, please, we've left for five minutes." The clown tilted his head, before finding himself accepting a quick peck on his lips.

"Still too long." Asmodeus whispered in that soothing voice of his, making Fizzarolli sweeten his smile.

On the other hand, Husk didn't seem that convinced - Angel knew that by the way his boyfriend was trying to analyze him, as he'd usually do - but he let it slide, shrugging as he sat near Angel, whose eyes lightened up as the cat did so.

"Ya know, this guy is the coolest!" Fizzarolli said, pointing at Husk, before stopping his talking to take the new drinks the waiter brought them, sliding them to the others. "He said if I wanted he could teach me how to play poker." The imp happily said, as Angel returned the smile.

"I mean," Husk accepted Angel's hand as it found his paw, "It's pretty strange you never picked up on the rules while working for the Sin of Greed." Husk pointed out, making Fizzarolli exhale an exhasperated sigh.

"Please, do you think he'd ever let me do something fun while working for him? Hell, no, that bastard" The imp shook his head, looking down as he gripped the glass more tightly.

"Well, it's good you cut ties with him. And I'm glad I met you in person, you aren't as dumb or stuck-up as you appeared in public." Husk went on, looking annoyed as he received a light pat from Angel, who looked quite pissed.

"Did you fucking have to tell him that?" the spider whispered embarassed, before both Asmodeus and Fizzarolli found themselves laughing.

"No, no, it's alright, he's only speaking facts, doll. At least I'm glad you changed your mind on me, cause I kinda like you too, Husk!" Fizzarolli replied, shooting a knowing grin in Angel's direction, the spider rolling his eyes as he smiled at his friend.

"It's just- we didn't expect to see someone like you when Angel suggested to meet up." Asmodeus admitted, cracking a nervous chuckle as he rubbed the back of his neck. "How can I say..." he started to gesture, as if to find the right words, before Fizzarolli chipped in with an unamused expression. "Yeah, he usually goes out with dickheads with a dick bigger than their brain, who give dick, but are also dicks, ya follow me?" the imp asked, as Angel narrowed his eyes at him.

"What? I was complimenting you! You certainly upgraded your standards!" Fizzarolli raised his hands defensively, as Husk's smirk only widened at the interaction.

"If Angel does not, I'll accept the compliment for him." The cat demon looked at his boyfriend, as Angel let go of his hand. "Oh, fuck off, as if I've ever wanted to date those idiots in the first place." He crossed his arms, as Fizzarolli commented something about him always having to be a fucking drama queen.

As Fizzarolli started to shame Angel's exes one by one and the spider kept bickering with him in return, Asmodeus interrupted the argument. "I genuinely hope you stay together for a long while" the Sin said, feeling warm as he looked at the nice picture that Angel and Husk made. "I love the way you two look at each other. It's...I'm sorry, I don't even know how to prhase it" Asmodeus added, sniffing as he was staring to feel a bit emotional.

The Sin of Lust saying such romantic things as if he was a school girl? Husk surely found it weird, but at this point, he knew better than to judge someone by their title.

And of course, this was just their first night out, more time had to pass before Asmodeus would tell Husk about how much of a failure he'd felt anytime he couldn't help with relieving Angel's pain, anytime the spider could only receive empty advice from him, anytime he couldn't save Angel from a new heartbreak...the same feel of shame when he couldn't do anything for his lover working for that bastard of Mammon.

Fizzarolli kissed Asmodeus' cheek as the Sin's lip started to quiver, as he was silently muttering swears. Angel took Asmodeus' hand, holding it alongside with Husk's, exchanging a brief, sweet look with him.

Angel sighed, leaning his head on Husk's shoulder, closing his eyes for a brief moment. He felt a kiss on his forehead, so he opened his eyes to see Husk looking down at him, while Fizzarolli was sweetalking Asmodeus at the other side of the table, trying to calm the big demon down.

"Does this mean I made a good first impression?" Husk whispered, his smile and his voice softening as he was holding who for him was the most precious being in the world. Alongside with these dorky, adorable new friends, of course.

Angel raised his head, smiling in return, nodding contently. "You did a great job, darling, thank you." He answered, kissing Husk's knuckles, a wicked smile forming on his face. "They seem to truly adore you." He addes, pointing to Asmodeus and Fizz, not taking his eyes away from Husk.

"So, you can already start thinking of your reward, baby~" the spider whispered, as Husk playfully rolled his eyes, shaking his head, giving another kiss to Angel's forehead. His boyfriend was really something else, but since Husk was a mess as well, he wouldn't have it any other way.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll take the offer once we are back to the Hotel, alright?" Husk smiled, taking Angel's chin, gently holding it.

"Ya know, I can come up with some suggestions for ya! Bet you still don't know how many kinks-"

"Fizz, fucking no!"

[dykeyleth]

WHAT IS THAT. GET AWAY FROM HER. GET A JOB

[jayjayart]

RAWR!!!

[nekrotikon]

i drawed asmodeus. btw

[shellem15]

Was bored and did a quick sketch of the worst man devil-god ever. He truly does lives in my head rent free, the bastard.

[pestercide]

New creature just dropped

[ariadne-mouse]

Silly writing prompt: Asmodeus trying to be hot af in front of Zerxus, in any context you prefer.

"Trying" is the operative word - redux on the canon scene from EXU: Calamity. Asmodeus rolls to seduce, but Zerxus is rolling perpetual Nat 20s on actual parental mode