Asmodeous always felt like that one gay supportive uncle you never had. It was odd, but it was true. “Babes, that is not a way to attend a party! Cmon, we’re shopping!” He said, grabbing his wallet from the countertop and grabbing your wrist You were supposed to attend a party that same night. Asmo already had his outfit but you didn’t. For Devildom’s sake you almost were about to attend with jeans and a T-shirt! Luckily, Asmo wouldn’t dare let you go like that.