On top of an abandoned apartment building with no humans in sight,two supernatural beings stood facing each other.It was clear that they were about to engage in a duel.The individuals mentioned were the infamous Archangel Michael and the brand new King of hell aka the prince of lust,Asmodeus. Asmo had gotten himself into the kind of trouble he couldn't easily slip away from. He had to fight to the bitter end,even if it meant he would be a goner once it was all over.He opened his palms and closed his eyes seemly focussing on conjuring his dark corrupted Saber.An utter black shape started to form out of nowhere and it soon took the likeness of a devilish two edged blade.Asmo was no joker,he was going for the kill with the first opportunity granted. Michael watched patiently as he saw Asmo's Saber materialize.It moved nothing in him, Michael had no fear and his Saber was far more powerful than that thing Asmo called a weapon. Only Michael's Sab
The brightness of the Saber caused Asmo to close his eyes. He waited for the fatal stab of the blade but it never came.He opened his eyes to see Michael standing before him without the Saber. Asmo was now confused, what was Michael doing?."How on earth did she get here?", Michael suddenly questioned before answering himself,"Gabriel!!!!,where in heavens name are you".The messenger of God appeared before his General looking satisfied with the results of his risky gamble."What did you expect me to do?.You two were going to fight to the end and she was the only one who could make you stop". Asmo cut in enraged by Gabriel's choice of words,"You put her between me and the blade and you call yourself an angel of the Lord". "Hey you don't get to judge me,Devil!!!,I did it to save your God forsaken life", Gabriel replied him almost fuming at how ungrateful Asmo was. "Enough with the noise!, enough.....", they all heard Maria say.She had been knocked out a while ago but was sl
In a building in Hollywood, Asmo had just entered the premises. He looked around, observing the changes that had been made, as it had been a while since he had graced the place with his presence. The interior was a sight to behold, consisting of a stylish reception desk and two beautiful adjacent metal staircases leading to the upper floor. Flower pots were dispersed around the circular hall, meeting the two stairs. The floors and walls were adorned in a golden yellow color, giving the surroundings a bright and victorious feel.Asmo stopped being a mere spectator and walked up to the receptionist, who was a woman named Milly Gailly. She recognized him the moment she set her eyes on him. He was one of the greatest living legends she knew, a fact she could attest to herself. He had once taught her a lesson when she challenged him to an all-night stand. The pleasure and unforgettable memories she had with him made her quiver just recalling their history together.She took a while to spea
A week after Asmo visited Johnny,he was back at Maria's work place.He was crafting the exact words he would say to convince Maria to go with him for a supposed business trip in Hollywood.She now believed he was the devil,so there was no way she would ever trust him.He tossed ideas in his head unsure what to say exactly.The thought of just telling her that he wanted her to travel out of the country with him just to see his thriving enterprise rooted in lustful graphics and films made him nervous.Just when he was lost even more in the inner turmoil, Deliah appeared before him with a big smile on her face.He crawled out from the void withn him and asked her what was up in a sarcastic way,"Deliah,what the hell's up".Deliah seemed not to notice his cynical behavior and answered his question with even more joy in her voice,"Today's Maria's birthday and she.....".Those words blew threw Asmo's mind like an atomic bomb.How the hell did he not know why Maria of all people hadn't arrived a
Maria was at a crossroad in her mind.She really didn't want Asmo around the kids but she knew refusing their request could manifest into a greater disaster for her.It was her birthday party alright,but she could only enjoy it, if the kids were having fun.Due to this compelling reason,she made her ultimate decision."Mr Asmo could you stay a little longer,"She said almost biting her tongue in the process.She hated the fact that she was going to let the Devil get close to a bunch of innocent kids. This was definitely a bad idea and even Asmo knew that.He was as surprised as Maria.He was expecting her to immediately correct the children that he was her boss and not her lover. Just when he thought things couldn't turn into an even more complicated situation, Maria accepted to let him stay.He felt bittersweet because it wasn't him who had won this battle.The happy unsuspecting kids did.They just facilitated the involvement of the Devil in their cheerful celebrations. Asmo turned
Asmo was relishing his time with the children when he was approached by an enigmatic woman. She was a middle-aged nun, exuding the fierce countenance of a warrior, and it seemed that Asmo was her intended target.Unfazed and undaunted, Asmo considered that facing this mortal woman was nothing compared to contending with his own brother, Satan. The woman, evidently Sister Cassandra, addressed the gathered children with a commanding presence, requesting a moment alone with Mr. Asmo.The children dispersed instantly, as if ensnared in a trance by the woman's imposing aura. Their palpable fear only served to fuel Asmo's determination to confront this self-proclaimed nun with resolute action."Mr. Asmo, I will ask you a few questions. Provide only honest answers, and perhaps I will consider letting you off the hook for trespassing into the orphanage without prior permission or the consent of the authorities," Sister Cassandra stated gravely, taking her time to clearly convey her intentions
Asmo's hallucinations worsened as he found himself reaching for the microphone. Was he truly going to tackle this monumental question? Just as he opened his mouth to speak, he felt someone's finger gently touch his lips, jolting him back to reality.It was none other than Maria who had intervened. In a final, desperate attempt to quell the chaos surrounding her, she knew her action would suffice to silence the Devil before her and attempt to mitigate the situation.""Sister Cassandra witnessed the event and was consumed by overwhelming curiosity. Why did Maria intervene to prevent Asmo from speaking? Was she afraid of what he might reveal? This conviction led her to believe that there was more to their relationship than met the eye.Asmo was astonished that Maria's finger remained on his lips without causing any discomfort. What did this unexpected gesture signify?Realizing the growing awkwardness, Maria removed her finger and turned to face her Godmother. They had much to discuss."
The long-awaited day had finally arrived. Asmo had successfully convinced his innocent friend, Maria, to accompany him to Hollywood's most renowned establishment. Maria, who had never experienced an R18 movie or video before, was on the brink of encountering the legends of the entertainment industry.Asmo chuckled at the irony of bringing a novice to the only place on earth where public indecency was not only tolerated but embraced. He hastily adorned himself and snatched his car keys, brimming with excitement as he embarked on his way to pick up Maria from her residence.Meanwhile, Maria was preparing for Asmo's arrival. Although not as fervent as Asmo, she maintained an open-minded approach to various experiences. However, she couldn't contain her eagerness to witness the sights and sensations of the world beyond her small town. Asmo arrived at the designated location, his eyes fixed on the most elegant lady he had ever seen. His gaze remained locked on the embodiment of beauty as
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