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Asmodae

"Sorry if I'm not scary enough~." WIP

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a character in “I Command Thee”, originally authored by angelwolf123, as played by RolePlayGateway

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ImageName| Asmodae, but prefers to go by whatever his master has named him.

Age| Ancient.

Gender| Male.

Role| Male Demon 4.

Family| None. Abandoned at a young age, as per custom of his kind.


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ImagePersonality| Absolutely terrifying. Asmodae is one effed up individual; whether he was born tweaked, or something messed him up in the past is up in the air. In any case, this is one dude you can be sure to avoid.

For starters, Asmodae has a very deceptive outer persona, which is reflected with his human form being that of a small child. He likes to act cute, out of a combination of messing with people and just for the sake of being cute. He'll skip, cuddle, flop around sleepily, hiccup... you name it. Totally adorable. An absolute sweetheart. Hell, he's a demon, but doesn't seem like he could take down a playground bully. Asmodae will even go as far as to run and hide behind his contractor when things start getting dangerous, like he's really just a defenseless little cutie. Hah. What a joke.

In reality, you'd better start running, or you might be in the splash-zone when it begins to rain body-parts. Asmodae is a flat out sicko. A sadistic menace who revels in slaughter. He's not even ashamed of it! In fact, Asmodae loves it when people finally figure out the truth, so he can revert back to acting adorable whilst covered in blood. "D'aww... you didn't think I'd play nice, did you?" People's horrified reactions are priceless.

Even if he tried, it would be impossible for Asmodae to be a good person. There's something... warped about his personality, on a fundamental level. It might be the influence of his demonic nature, but any case weakness of any kind will drive Asmodae wild. Insane. Full on, shark-attack feeding frenzy. Weak people piss Asmodae off more than anything else in existence. Physical weakness is permissible, but it's the emotional kind that will really set him off. That's why humans are so loathsome, you don't see demons sobbing about stupid things like a confiscated cellphone or dead parents. Angst, unnecessary drama, anything stupid and self-centered. They may be forgiven if the sudden sadness is purely for the sake of another individual, however, and might even earn some grudging respect points. Asmodae has never been one to underestimate the importance of human kindness.

Possibly in correlation with his hatred for weakness, Asmodae has a habit of breaking things. Though, in all honesty, it's less of a "habit" and more of a "unstoppable urge". Even if it was someone he genuinely liked and cared for, if they showed enough weakness Asmodae would literally have to attempt to mentally crush them. To pieces.

Alternatively, if someone manages to withstand the trauma of being near Asmodae for extended periods of time, something interesting has the potential to occur. Instead of cracking under the pressure, if they turn the tables and use the experience to strengthen themselves Asmodae will be very impressed.

ImageSexuality| Gray-asexual, though he tries to keep that fact hidden.
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Demonic Seal
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So begins...

Asmodae's Story

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Character Portrait: Marchosias Sebastien Camille Character Portrait: Eris Storm Character Portrait: Belial Character Portrait: Taylor Nowell Character Portrait: Kage Character Portrait: Xerxes Vesallius Character Portrait: Dromicel Character Portrait: Yoru Akuma Character Portrait: Rin Kurosawa Character Portrait: Shiranui Character Portrait: Akane Tachibana Character Portrait: Domenic Rintarou Character Portrait: Kanami Ohmiya Character Portrait: Naoko Character Portrait: Asmodae Character Portrait: Arya Lerwick Character Portrait: Suki Takahashi
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#, as written by Gladis
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The streets of the little neighborhood at the outskirt of Tokyo were quiet, and almost eerily so. Now and then a lone dog barking in the distance could be heard, or group of kids who were up to no good talking to each other and laughing. Yet these were few and far between, just like the cars passing by, casting a momentary light over the otherwise dark street.

Seated against the wall of a tall building in an alleyway was a jersey wearing young man, his long bangs casting a shadow over his jade green eyes, making them unidentifiable to anyone passing by, if that were even to happen at this hour and in this location. They did their job of hiding the tears spilling onto his cheeks well, however, so Dominic had little reason to complain. With the back of his filthy hand he wiped them, muttering inaudible something to himself before wrapping his fingers tightly around the neck of the spirit bottle next to him.

"Damn this all," he whispered bitterly, tightening his grip of the bottle, lifting it up slightly to gaze into it. There was barely any alchohol left. He grimaced, and then suddenly he froze. There was the sound of a movement somewhere nearby. His heart lurched and his eyes widened as he pressed himself against the ally wall, hoping to go unnoticed to whomever might be there. Soon enough, however, he dark shadow flitted out from behind a container, revealing itself to be a stray cat. Dominic sighed, relaxing slightly as he pulled his knees close to his chest and shut his eyes, shivering with cold.

I don't want to do this anymore,
Dominic thought to himself, gritting his teeth and holding his head tightly between his palms. His whole being was shaking as silent sobs escaped his lips. I don't want to, I don't want to...please...someone, let me die. Let me die... "I can't stand this any longer. I don't want to, I don't want to..." his whisper was shaky and his voice thick with emotion. More tears rolled down his cheek and again, he tried to wipe them. They trickled down his wrist, mingling with the blood running from his self inflicted wounds.

He had already relinquished all hope that anything would ever change, and long since had Dominic turned his back on God. He knew he would never be able to break this evil circle had been forced into by himself- so what reason was there for him to live? All he had ever wanted was to feel true happiness, but every time, just as he thought he had it... it slipped away from him. Almost like it had never been there in the first place. If life granted him nothing but pain and suffering, what reason would there be for him to struggle? If he had nothing left to hold on to, why not just let it all go? Even Dominic realized there was no reason behind the choice of continuing to force yourself thorough a never ending maze of agony. For him, there was no hope.

"I just want it all to end," Dominic stared at his bloodied hands for quite a while before shaking his head and curling up tighter, shutting his eyes. I don't want to do this anymore...

Somewhere over in the distance, the sun lazily began to rise over the horizon, casting out all of the looming shadows and bathing the world in a glorious, luminous light. Morning was upon Tokyo.

Little did Dominic- or any of the other few individuals selected by fate; realize what was lurking deep within these shadows- or what was to come.

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Character Portrait: Marchosias Sebastien Camille Character Portrait: Eris Storm Character Portrait: Belial Character Portrait: Taylor Nowell Character Portrait: Kage Character Portrait: Xerxes Vesallius Character Portrait: Dromicel Character Portrait: Yoru Akuma Character Portrait: Rin Kurosawa Character Portrait: Shiranui Character Portrait: Akane Tachibana Character Portrait: Domenic Rintarou Character Portrait: Kanami Ohmiya Character Portrait: Naoko Character Portrait: Asmodae Character Portrait: Arya Lerwick Character Portrait: Suki Takahashi
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Drip, drip, drip... The sounds of the IV echoed through the lonely hospital room. A girl with long white hair stared softly at the IV drip, watching the contents go through the tube and through the needle in the crease of her arm. A sigh escaped from the young woman. She glanced up at the ceiling. Thoughts spread across her mind as she did.

'Tomorrow will be the day... won't it? I'll die tomorrow...' The girl frowned. Death couldn't come sooner enough. She had been ready to die since she turned 16. No one in the world would miss her so why should she care? Her parents sure as hell didn't. Neither did her sister... The girl stared out of the window. The sun was already starting to rise... She hated mornings. They just served as a reminder that the world would continue on without her and it bothered her a lot.

"Miss Tachibana? I've brought some breakfast..." One of the nurses chirped as she opened the door and placed the food on the girl's bed. She stared up at the nurse and nodded.

"Thank you..." The nurse sniffled a bit and tears were leaking out.

"Forgive me, Miss Akane, but... It's just too sad that you have to die tomorrow..."

Painful...? Akane frowned a bit, to the nurse took it to mean that Akane was agreeing with her, but it couldn't be further from the truth. Akane was secretly angry at the nurse for saying such a thing. She was going to miss her? What a bunch of lies... She would never be missed and she knew it. Her parents wouldn't miss her. All they would miss was the time they wasted pretending to care about her. Akane then gave the nurse a small smile.

"Please, don't cry for me. I've accepted that I was going to die. I'm not looking forward to it but I've accepted it and I'm not afraid."

Part of that statement was false. Akane was ecstatic for her death. No one would miss her and she wouldn't miss anyone so she just wanted to die and get it over with. The nurse bowed and walked out of the room, obviously still upset. Akane sighed as she was relieved to be away from the ignorant woman. Staring at the meal in front of her, she saw tea and some form of cereal. She took a few bites of the cereal before drinking the tea. She never did eat much anymore. She then looked around the hospital room.

'God... I hate you for torturing me like this... Why couldn't I just die today and get it over with?'

Unknown to Akane, seven other individuals were thinking the exact same thing. And unknown to all of them, they were all being watched by mysterious figures; figures that would change their destiny, for better or for worse...

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