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Of all nine Demon Princes, Asmodeus was probably the one who was the least inclined to battle. It wasn't that he disliked it, per say, but more or less that he saw no point in it anymore. A millennia had passed by him, seen him change, just as he had seen the world change. This uneasy truce between Heaven and Hell would probably last for a while, but in the end it too, would fracture. Humans would be the turning point, and the ones caught in the crossfire. To say that he wasn't interested to watch that would be a lie.
But to fight for himself, he didn't care to. It wasn't like a Demon Prince could die, anyway. Well, technically they could, but that would take a considerable amount of effort on someone's part to do so. So, he was content to merely sit back and watch. So when a fellow Prince, and Baal no less, contacted him, asking to meet, Az almost said no. Envy was such a terrible thing, and it fit her perfectly. Lust wanted no part in that.
But he agreed, some part him naturally curious as to what she wanted. A romp, perhaps? He very much doubted that, though he would be loathe to refuse her if she did. He grinned a fanged grin, throwing the cell phone back on the night stand, turning to the woman who was his company.
That had been two days ago, and now Az found himself wandering the warehouse district of the city. He sighed briefly through his nose.
What have I gotten myself into now?
He could feel the hum of magic in the air. It was practically radiating from the warehouse he was supposed to enter, as well as Baal's presence. But it wasn't fighting magic. He narrowed his eyes before pushing open the door, locking eyes with the woman who portrayed the Demon Prince of Envy.
"Just what is it that you're doing, Bally?" He glanced down at the floor, the symbols already snaking their way up and around him. Whatever she wanted, it appeared to have been accomplished. Az never really was very good at types of demonic magic that didn't help him achieve his own goals, but he knew a binding curse when he saw one.
"What game are you playing?" His eyes danced, something caught between anger and amusement, almost like he knew a secret that he wasn't going to tell her. Her eyes, on the other hand, reflected nothing but focus. "You know, you could have just asked me to hand over my Circle instead of going to all this trouble. I would have said no, but still."
But to fight for himself, he didn't care to. It wasn't like a Demon Prince could die, anyway. Well, technically they could, but that would take a considerable amount of effort on someone's part to do so. So, he was content to merely sit back and watch. So when a fellow Prince, and Baal no less, contacted him, asking to meet, Az almost said no. Envy was such a terrible thing, and it fit her perfectly. Lust wanted no part in that.
But he agreed, some part him naturally curious as to what she wanted. A romp, perhaps? He very much doubted that, though he would be loathe to refuse her if she did. He grinned a fanged grin, throwing the cell phone back on the night stand, turning to the woman who was his company.
That had been two days ago, and now Az found himself wandering the warehouse district of the city. He sighed briefly through his nose.
What have I gotten myself into now?
He could feel the hum of magic in the air. It was practically radiating from the warehouse he was supposed to enter, as well as Baal's presence. But it wasn't fighting magic. He narrowed his eyes before pushing open the door, locking eyes with the woman who portrayed the Demon Prince of Envy.
"Just what is it that you're doing, Bally?" He glanced down at the floor, the symbols already snaking their way up and around him. Whatever she wanted, it appeared to have been accomplished. Az never really was very good at types of demonic magic that didn't help him achieve his own goals, but he knew a binding curse when he saw one.
"What game are you playing?" His eyes danced, something caught between anger and amusement, almost like he knew a secret that he wasn't going to tell her. Her eyes, on the other hand, reflected nothing but focus. "You know, you could have just asked me to hand over my Circle instead of going to all this trouble. I would have said no, but still."