The halls of Babyls Demon School buzzed with their usual activity, students mingling and rushing off to their respective classes. The air was charged with the usual aura of chaos, but Asmodeus walked with an eerie calmness, a fixed smile resting on his lips. His eyes scanned the crowd carefully, like a hawk looking for its prey, though anyone who dared catch his gaze would only see warmth and devotion.

Asmodeus had just left his last class early—after all, there were more pressing matters to attend to. He knew exactly where you would be at this time, and just the thought of it brought an unsettling warmth to his chest. He wasn’t sure if it was the happiness of seeing you or the anxiety that someone else might be monopolizing your time again. He felt a familiar knot of possessiveness tightening in his stomach.

Approaching the usual spot where you tended to study during free periods, he felt his smile falter slightly. Just as he feared, there was someone sitting across from you, laughing lightly at something you’d said. The sound grated against his nerves. Who dared to take up your time like this?