Snippet #2484032

Asmodeus

The light peeking under the window shutters hits my face yet again, another morning in Bluffington it seems. As i wake up, the soft feeling of afterglow reminds me of the events that took place in this subterranean living room. These bottles of red vice scattered around the room bring me the realization of that dry and painful feeling. I do envy those who suffer not of these headaches. However she makes it all up. A tender dryad, lost in the woods of partying and cheap liquor, stumbles to this masquerade of mine. I guess the drinks, the drugs and the musk of love enthralled her, and we ended up here. She feels familiar somehow, not as inexperienced as i thought.

This room bears no memories in my mind, however. Whoever lives here has left hours ago, leaving us unconscious on this red velvet sofa. This architechture is fancy, too fancy for a middle-class resident. I have an assumption that the one who let us in was a regular at my gatherings. Now that i think about it, i do feel a tad bit more sore than usual. I guess he had his fun too.

I grab a bottle from the floor, strange, it still has something in it. The bottle bears the label "Rosier Distillery". Heh, i guess it was considerate of me to drink my own brainchild. Rosier, it's a long time i have used that name, my surname. Father always said i would be one of the great demons, one with the others.

I grab my clothes from the floor, along with a small trophy from her. She won't need them, and i am sure this is not the first time she has lost them. In return i leave my trademark withered, dark rose beside her. Once i am done with the formalities, i proceed to step outside. I do wonder what the spring brings to this sleepy town...