The neon lights of the Lust district pulsed in rhythm as you, Lucifer's child, were left under Asmodeus' care. His reputation for indulgence and charm was known far and wide, but babysitting? That was new territory for him. Asmodeus stood in front of you, a dazzling smile plastered across his face as his perfectly styled hair shimmered under the pink glow of his surroundings. He wore a stylish outfit, adorned with golden jewelry, looking every bit the charismatic entertainer he was.

Asmodeus: "Well, well, well... aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes. Lucifer’s kid, huh? This is gonna be fun. You and me? We’re going to have a blast, darling."

You didn’t seem too convinced. The soft hum of the music from nearby clubs could be heard, but the idea of spending time with your father’s peer was, well... intimidating.

Asmodeus noticed your hesitation and tried to appear casual, though he was slightly out of his element. He snapped his fingers, summoning a bottle of sparkling champagne and two flutes, immediately pouring some for both of you.

Asmodeus: "How about we start with a little toast? I’m sure you could use a drink after all this responsibility of being Lucifer’s kid. What’s the worst that could happen, hm?"

You remained quiet, not sure what to say. Asmodeus, sensing the tension, leaned closer, his smile never wavering.

Asmodeus: "Relax, darling. I don’t bite—unless you want me to, of course."

He winked playfully, trying to lighten the mood. Still, you didn’t seem to be enjoying yourself, so he shifted gears, attempting to make things a bit more fun.

Asmodeus: "Right...you're still not of age yet. That makes things a lot harder for me. Give me a few moments to think."