"What the hell on earth",A handsome man with a devilish smirk on his face said as a bunch of men sitting around a big office table briefed him on the state of hell address.Yes,he was the famous Asmodeus,the youngest Arch demon,most cocky prince of hell and the soon to be Devil.He was amused to hear what he had just been told.Hell wanted an election,the demons wanted democracy."Ha,I can't believe this,I wish I could see the look on Satan and Lucifer's face."So, Asmodeus what do you say about our proposal",the men around the table asked.Asmodeus looked at them one by one then spoke,"Why the hell would I do that".They all gaped at him,this was the greatest opportunity of a lifetime for any demon and Asmodeus was....well,he was.....not giving a fuck!!!.
Asmodeus said that for one reason and one reason only.He gave up on the mission of hell long ago.He gave up fighting a lost war against their Father,the Almighty God.Why after leaving hell for over a century,would he want to comeback to be the fall guy for the kingdom of darkness."What did Lucifer have to say about your demands",he curiously asked."He's been quiet this whole time,you know Lucifer and his pride",they replied."Asmodeus,please consider the offer, we are tired of their rule and it seems Satan wants the throne again,you know what happens when he takes control",they said,almost like they were begging him."Oh Satan, classic lover of war and genocide,I wanna see you right now",he told himself while getting up and turning his back on the men."Okay,l want to hear my endorsement from the lips of Lucifer himself",He turned to tell them.They turned pale,they knew Lucifer would never do that.It would bruise his ego but Asmodeus knew that.He just wanted to stand before his brother who told him,he had chosen the weakest sin to draw power from.Now look at him,the whole hell was trying to make him king and he just wanted to see his dearest brother's reaction.He wanted to stare Lucifer in the eyes and see his ego crumble before the one he referred to as a mistaken rebel.Yeah,at first Asmodeus didn't agree with their ideologies and sometimes said their cause was stupid and vain but when he ended up on earth,the freedom and power he experienced showed him what he would have missed if he was still an innocent little angel.He couldn't say he didn't miss it but he realized that he joined to rebel for this reason.He was tired of being told what to do,what to think and most of all how to live his eternal life.He thought being with his seven brothers would change that but Lucifer and Satan showed him that he had just entered an alternate reality because they still tried to control him.It took him years to break free from the mentality that he needed them but now he was truly free,he would never be anyone's puppet again.It was going to be a hard pass for him.They could take their bloody throne but he wanted his dignity and respect back.He wanted Lucifer to acknowledge him as the superior now and then he would throw them all under the bus and go back to living happily ever after in his demon free world.Leviathan,who lead the messengers walked up to Asmodeus and tapped his shoulder.Once he had his attention he spoke,"You really don't need to do this Asmodeus,we both know you don't want the throne.Here,let's make a deal,you endorse me for the role and I will ensure the others never bother you ever again".He turned to face his brother and with a deadbeat expression on his face he replied,"What do you know about what I want,this the first time in a century that we have talked and you're here with all your guts spitting nonsense about making deals.I will tell you what!!!.When I become king,you can come and make a deal with the Devil".Leviathan wasn't surprised at Asmodeus and his angry talk and mocking.They were never on the best talking terms.Well now he witnessed firsthand that the Asmodeus he knew had grown up and become a serious combination of Lucifer's pride and Satan's refined rage,he had to worry no more about Asmodeus looking weak infront of the others."Since it seems you got everything under control,may we go and finally meet your fanatics,they can't wait to see their new king", Leviathan said in the most cynical way possible.Asmodeus was on the move with the other demons,they were going to Hell Industries Inc.Yes!,hell had headquarters all over the globe and these places always had an underground chamber.It led to the actual realm of hell. Asmodeus wasn't really interested in the throne but he thought,"It's time for a great family reunion".He smiled to himself with a sense of satisfaction and relaxed in his seat. They finally arrived at Hell Inc and were met with a royal welcome.It was so grand that some of the chauffeurs recommended that Asmodeus should be lifted into the building.Ofcourse,he declined.Asmodeus was a simple guy.Well, except for the fact that he was a billionaire.He just wanted to get this over with it.He was going to disappoint all these fanatics and go back to his earthly abode to pass time,right before their inevitable war in the end times.Yeah, Asmodeus knew they would lose the war against their Dad after they failed to corrupt his divine son.He no longer saw the use of fighting for a
IN THE REALM OF THE FIERY PIT....They were bracing their selves for the arrival of their new king.Asmodeus the Devil,the one with dominion over evil.Satan was ranting to Lucifer as the demon of pride stayed quite seeming to be lost in his thoughts,"Are we really going to let these fools choose that premature idiot of a brother to rule the ultimate kingdom of hell.We have to do something. Lucifer!,come on are you just going to sit there doing nothing".Lucifer suddenly whispered,"Asmodeus doesn't want the throne,he doesn't want any responsibilities related to our fight.I think this will be good for him".Satan's eyes opened wide and he gaped at Lucifer that instant,"What!!,don't tell me you are on his side, accepting this silly idea"."On the contrary,am on no one's side", Lucifer replied.Satan was just too shocked and flustered to say anything else.He walked away and left Lucifer pondering.Why would Lucifer want Asmodeus to have the throne?.Only he knew and considering the fact that
The moment had finally come, Asmodeus had arrived home at last.All the demons, neutral spirits and ghosts rose to their feet and shouted the praise of Asmodeus the great.He waved his hands up embracing their applause and cheers.The last time he was here,things didn't end so pretty.All seven of them fought each other for one woman.That woman was Mrs Lilith,the so called Queen of hell.It seemed that she played them all and really was doing Lucifer's bidding.He just wanted to use her to keep the other six princes of hell in check but it all went wrong and Asmodeus fell for her.Once he found out he was tricked,he went straight to Lucifer but he ended up being ignored and went picking a fight with Satan.It turned ugly and Asmodeus banished himself to self exile on earth.He now couldn't believe he was back, his past was bittersweet and now his present was glorious.Once the applause receded,he headed straight to Lucifer's chambers.He wouldn't dare want to meet Satan right now,not after how h
Asmodeus couldn't believe his ears,how was this possible.When he left for earth,he made sure to build his empire and sin into an unstoppable force.All the porn companies,the condoms,the whole freaking explore your sexuality campaign shouldn't haven't left anyone standing. Lucifer brought hell's crystal ball and Asmodeus saw the woman who was that single white speck in his all black world.He couldn't deny it,he wanted to find this innocent soul and study how she managed to elude him for so long."Why did you show me to this",he asked Lucifer starting to get suspicious."I didn't want anyone finding out before you.I know if anyone can make her fall,then it's you",he replied honestly,if that was even possible."What do you want me to do now",he asked looking Lucifer straight in the eyes."I want you to make this lady fall,make her a slut of hell and soon she will bow before this throne",he said heartlessly. "Who told you,I will do your bidding", Asmodeus asked seeming indecisive."I know yo
Lucifer's words rang through his mind.He had accepted the throne!!!.His mind screamed,"What the hell are you doing".He answered himself beautifully,"Am taking what I deserve!!!".Days later, Asmodeus had returned to the Earth.Lucifer had agreed with him to tell the others that he had some unfinished business back on earth and after he was done,he would gloriously return.He began," Project Damnation".He was going to find that lady.Oh and when he did,he would.....Well he wasn't sure exactly what he would do but it would be sexy and tempting.Now where was his target hiding exactly?.He would leave that to his Lust Board of Directors to find out .He had to go and see Mammon,his best brother.He was going to invest a billion to get that lady.She was special to him now,she was his obsession and his temptation."Oh Maria,am coming for you",he smiled telling himself.He arrived at the World bank office.He was greeted by a bunch of horny attendants.They always had sexual fantasies about him,h
Asmodeus stared at Mammon,he hadn't been there to see what happened but as usual he was never late to crash the the party.Asmodeus spoke,"Momo don't be ridiculous!,stand up and greet me like a brother should".Momo was a nickname Asmodeus called Mammon."I must acknowledge my king or should I still call you Asmo".Asmo was the nickname of Asmodeus.He rose to his feet and gave Asmo a big warm brotherly hug."I missed you bro,been long since you came to my office in person.Let me guess you need a loan?".Asmo broke into laughter then said,"Is that all you think I came for,I blessed you with my presence today to get you out of your office,let's go to some strip club and enjoy ourselves".Momo backed away from Asmodeus and stared at him,"What do you think people would say if they saw the boss of the World bank at a strip club.""They would say World bank boss giving back to community".Mammon grinned trying not to laugh after Asmo's joke."Now seriously,what do you really want,you know time is mo
DAYS LATER AFTER THE MEETING IN A RURAL TOWN IN ITALY.....A woman was seated by a lake that met the sun at a distant horizon.The breeze that passed by made her hair and the beautiful grass field dance.It was such a serene environment and the woman embraced the natural environment around her.This woman was no one else but the infamous Maria Ave.She was Asmo's target without her knowledge.She looked so innocent,so pure and angel like that you could ask why anyone on earth would want to hurt her.But Asmodeus wasn't just anyone,he was the prince of lust and now the Devil,king of hell.Asmo didn't see corrupting this woman as doing her wrong.No!,he was actually doing her a favour.How could she live for over 25 years without becoming a woman or deprive herself from the pure pleasure of sex.Well the woman got up to leave the tranquility of nature and return to her busy town.She was a psychologist and one of the best counselors in her town,the townfolk were probably looking for at that very
Back in town,Maria had arrived at work.She was still thinking about who saved her and why he disappeared.She started to wonder if she was imagining things.She entered her office to see her secretary Mrs Deliah,a beautiful lady with green eyes,small nose ,tiny ears and lip glossed lips.Deliah rushed to her and to speak on top of her voice,obviously happy about something,"Maria,you won't believe the kind of VIP's who just popped up for counseling sessions.Maria creased her eyebrows.What did she mean by VIP's?.A handsome Italian man suddenly entered their office.They both turned to see the epitomy of hot and sexy in one man.He was one of the VIP's.The first question that came to Maria's mind was,"Why the hell was he not wearing a shirt,he was shamelessly bare chested, showing his gorgeous six packs and fine chest hair."Oh My Gosh!!!",was the words that left the lips of Deliah who was mesmerized by the beauty standing before her."Uh,what's going on here exactly",Maria finally asked.Th
As the explosion's echoes faded, Mark emerged from the smoke-shrouded house, Lucia's limp form cradled in his arms. The bright night light emitted by the moon began to shine clearly after the ceasing of the storm.It cast an eerie glow on the scene, illuminating the carnage that littered the grounds. Mark's Crusaders awaited him outside, their faces etched with concern and curiosity. With a nod, they presented him with the fallen comrades, their lifeless bodies strewn like puppets cut from their strings.Mark's voice rang out, clear and commanding, "Arise!" The air seemed to vibrate with an otherworldly energy as the deceased warriors stirred, their wounds knitting together with an unnatural speed. The leader's eyes widened in awe, his query tumbling forth, "Who was the one you carried out, Mark?""A human," Mark replied, his tone low and enigmatic. The leader's surprise was palpable, his words spilling out in a rush, "A human? Living among demons? What sorcery is this?" Mark's gaz
Mark's gaze swung around, his eyes scanning the sandy island with a mix of frustration and disbelief, as he realized the lifeless body he had left behind was now gone. The sand seemed to stretch out like an empty canvas, devoid of the gruesome brushstrokes of Chuck's corpse. Mark's mind raced with the implications - Chuck, or rather Mara, the ancient demon king, was still alive. The thought sent a surge of adrenaline through his veins, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum.Mark's sigh of frustration was like a deflated balloon, his breath escaping in a slow hiss as he recalled the countless times he had tried to kill Mara.The memories were etched in Mark's mind like scars, a reminder that he had unfinished business to deal with.Mara's dark history unfolded like a classic horror show. His reign was a masterclass in tyranny, as he ruled with an iron fist, his kingdom a dystopian realm of fear and subjugation. Mara's daughters, equally corrupted by their father's influence, wer
The darkness of night shrouded the sandy island, the only sound the crashing of waves against the shore. Mark stood firm, his shotgun at the ready, as Chuck's demon minions emerged from the shadows.Their eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, their twisted forms seeming to shift and writhe in the faint moonlight. Mark gripped his shotgun tightly, but instead of firing, he used the weapon as a club, swinging the handle with precision and force.The first minion stumbled back, his head cracked and bleeding, as Mark struck him with a swift swing of the shotgun's handle. The second minion lunged, his claws snapping wildly, but Mark dodged and countered with a swift strike to his chest, sending him crashing to the sand.The third minion charged, his eyes blazing with fury, but Mark was ready. With a swift swing of the shotgun's handle, he struck the minion with a crushing blow, sending him stumbling back into the darkness.Mark stood panting, his shotgun still at the ready, as the minion
Lucia struggled to her feet, the deafening explosion still echoing in her mind like a lingering nightmare. As she rose, Mark's taunting voice cut through the air, his words dripping with malice. "Lucia, I don't know what Mara told you, but this island isn't what you think it is. Even though I'm not sure why he brought you here, I will assume that you are innocent and worth saving."Lucia's response was a fierce scream, her voice shattering the tense silence like a shards of broken glass. "I don't know who Mara is!!!, but I doubt a psychopath like you would understand!" The words tore from her throat like a primal cry, her anger and fear boiling over.Mark's laughter was a cold, mirthless sound, a chilling contrast to the warmth of the tropical air. He materialized in the same room, his sudden appearance making Lucia's heart race like a wild animal. "Let's just stop the game of cat and mouse," he sneered, his eyes glinting with a sinister light. "I'm not the enemy here."But Lucia was
As they returned to the island, the staff encircled Lucia, their worried faces a blur of questions and concerns. But she dismissed their inquiries with a flick of her hand, forcing a bright smile onto her lips. "I'm fine, really," she assured them, her voice steady despite the turmoil churning inside. Yet, her eyes betrayed her, revealing the depth of her fear and anxiety.Longing to escape the suffocating attention, Lucia made her excuses and hastened towards the familiar haven of her bed. Her feet carried her with a sense of urgency, as if seeking refuge from the world. As she collapsed onto the soft mattress, her eyelids drooped, and she surrendered to the all-consuming darkness of sleep.But her slumber was short-lived, her mind conjuring a vivid dreamscape that seemed all too real. She saw the world through a stranger's eyes, her vision limited to a narrow field of view. The shady man once again appeared before her.He loomed ahead, his gun trained on a face she couldn't see. B
As the boat churned through the turquoise waters, the small port and outskirts of the town materialized before Lucia's eyes like a canvas painted by a masterful hand. The sun cast its golden rays upon the rustic buildings, imbuing them with a warm, inviting glow. The sound of seagulls filled the air, their melodic cries intertwining with the hum of the engine and the gentle lapping of waves against the hull.The port drew closer, its worn wooden docks and faded buildings rising from the shore like a worn, comfortable shoe. The scent of saltwater and seaweed wafted through the air, mingling with the faint tang of diesel fuel and the sweet aroma of exotic spices. Lucia's excitement grew, her heart racing with anticipation as the boat docked with a gentle thud.Without hesitation, Lucia sprang from the boat, her feet pounding the worn planks of the dock as she eagerly drank in the town's atmosphere. But her enthusiasm was short-lived, her lungs rebelling against the noxious air that fi
A woman lay in her bed, her sleeping form a graceful curve, her body relaxed, trusting in the bed's embrace. But then, her body began to stir, her legs twitching, her arms flailing, as if trying to outrun the darkness that suddenly began haunting her dreams. Her eyes snapped open, her chest heaving, her breath coming in short gasps, as if she'd been running from the shadows that chased her.This woman went by the name Lucia.She was a woman with a past shrouded in mystery, her memories fragmented, her mind a canvas of confusion. Her long, curly hair cascaded down her back like a rich, chestnut waterfall, and her piercing green eyes shone like emeralds in the morning light. With a graceful motion, she threw off the covers and rose from her bed, the soft rustle of her silk nightgown whispering secrets to the morning air.As she moved towards the door, her slender legs carried her with the fluid grace of a deer, her bare feet making barely a sound on the cold floor. The warm sunlight
Asmo paced back and forth in the dimly lit corridor, his anxiety growing with each passing moment. "How much longer will they deliberate?" he muttered to himself.Finally, the doors to the courtroom creaked open, and Michael emerged, his expression solemn.He ordered the Transcendant guards,"Guards, tell Asmo and Lucifer to return to the courtroom."Asmo's heart raced as they reentered the courtroom. Michael cleared his throat, his voice echoing through the chamber. "Lucifer and his brothers, you have been found guilty of unspeakable evil. Your punishment is to be dropped into the unforgiving bottomless pit... or..."Lucifer didn't seem surprised by the verdict at all.He acted indifferent as usual but he couldn't stop himself from asking what was on everyone's mind.Lucifer's eyes narrowed, his voice laced with intrigue as he asked,"Or what, Michael?"Michael's gaze locked onto Lucifer's. "There is a way for all of you to avoid your damnation. Come with me."Asmo's eyes widened as Mi
As the dust settled, Michael and the other Archangels burst forth from the rubble, their powerful presence evident as they levitated into the air. They landed gracefully on the outskirts of the battlefield, their eyes scanning the horizon as they gazed out upon the army of demons that stretched before them. The demons were armed to the teeth, their bodies laden with an arsenal of sophisticated weapons - grenades, machine guns, rocket launchers, flamethrowers, and even suicide bombs strapped to their bodies.The demons unleashed a hail of attacks, a cacophony of gunfire and explosions that shook the ground. But the Archangels stood firm, their eyes blazing with divine intensity as they weathered the storm. Michael raised a hand, and the onslaught froze in mid-air, suspended by the Archangels' collective power."Who's ready to end this?" Michael asked his brothers, his voice low and commanding. His eyes flashed with determination, and his brothers nodded in unison. Their faces were set