"My mistress would like to meet you."
Asmodeus sat on what appeared to be a throne made of skulls, screams of the traitors surrounding him. It was very cold here in his circle, and the traitors of humanity were buried in ice, all around him. There were five layers, and down below him, in the very center, was Satan himself. The 9th Circle was the place made for traitors, and the one who had commited the ultimate betrayal, the betrayal against God himself, had reserved his own special place.
Asmodeus sat casually on his throne, his chin propped in his hand, his face placid. He no longer heard the screams, he had learned to ignore them centuries ago, when he had first come here. Treachery was the circle where most, if not all, the Fallen Angels ended up eventually. He could fel the chains tightening around Morgan, they were his chains, after all. Unless something changed, it would only be a matter of time before the orange-haired angel found himself buried waist-deep in the icy sludge of his domain. That had been his original goal, after all. But things had changed. Morgan and Caspar had reminded him of some things.
And then Kazehana had touched upon something he had buried long, long ago. He narrowed his red eyes at an egyptian male, now so buried he was completely encased in ice, no longer able to move. It was Yuemae's father, to be precise. He had ended up here because he had betrayed his daughter by unjustly killing her. He was down in the second layer, and Asmodeus allowed himself a second to curse the man who had taken his lover before regaining his composure. A movement among the giants that stood guard above caught his eye. He stayed motionles as a hexon beast made her way down to him. She looked like what a human would call a gargoyle or a harpie.
When she reached the base of his throne, she bent down on one knee. Everyone, even the lesser demons, knew the hierarchy within the circles. As the Prince of the 9th Circle, Asmodeus was one of the most powerful, as was apparent with his abilities to walk on the surface where other Princes could not. He knew this female was one of Asaroths. The question was, why was she here?
The female then finally spoke. "My Lord....My Prince, Asaroth, of the 5th Circle, requests a meeting with you." She kept her eyes averted, and she stayed down on one knee. Asmodeus remained in his poition, one leg thrown casually over the arm of the throne. "And why would I be inclined to meet with him? Asaroth and I have not spoken in decades."
"I am not privy to such information, My Lord. I only carry the message I was given."
Asmodeus waved her off. "Very well. I shall meet with him on my own time. I am not at my brother's beck and call. Now leave me." It was roughly twenty four hours later when Asmodeus left the city of Dis, entering the 5th circle, walking on the waters of the river Styx. When he came before the large winged demon. "What do you want, Asaroth?"
The demon chuckled. "Well well, my brother graces me with his presence. Tell me, are you still trapesing about with those two fallen up above?" When Asmodeus remained silent, he continued. "I currently find myself within the employment of a certian female up above on the surface. She has requested a meeting with you, Asmodeus."
Asmodeus snorted. "You know, this is an awfuly long list of messengers for one meeting. Do you have a time or am I simply supposed to show up?"
Morgan leaned on the railing overlooking the extreamly long way down to the ground belowe the Empire State Building. It had been yet another week since Asmodeus had stormed off, and they'd not heard from him since. Frankly, Morgan was worried. Whatever had happened between him and Kaz had shaken As, to be sure, but there was no denying the effect it had had on the girl as well. He sighed. There was too much happening right now for them to be divided.