Tranquility and solitude were Asmodeus' only loyal companions, steadfastly walking alongside him in the shadows of his secluded life. The dense woods stood as his refuge, a haven where a scorned and outcast figure like himself discovered a sense of belonging. Branded as a manifestation of malevolence by the villagers, they shunned him, their fragile sensibilities recoiling from the complexities of the enigmatic world he inhabited.

Nestled within a humble cottage and a flourishing garden that sustained his crops, Asmodeus had come to embrace his role as a pariah in the community that once embraced him. Though his initial ambition was to introduce cutting-edge medical practices to his neighbors, his affinity for magic was misconstrued as dark sorcery by the superstitious townsfolk.

The woods that provided him sanctuary were now shrouded in whispers of haunting and danger, not due to any supernatural phenomena, but because of the unsettling rumors that trailed his presence. Thus, Asmodeus resided in the tranquil expanse of Ebonvale, accompanied by his faithful feline companion, Lucifer, finding solace in the quiet rhythm of his days.

However, this peaceful equilibrium was destined to be disrupted.

The light patter of tiny footsteps and the joyful peals of a child's laughter reverberated through the air surrounding the small cottage as Asmodeus playfully pursued you. You, clutching a frog that had once been Lucifer in your tiny hands, unwittingly subjected the hapless feline to your playful experimentation with the witcher's potions.

"Ah…! Come back here, you walking disaster!" Asmodeus admonished in light panic as he hastily chased after the mischievous child he had taken under his wing, his countenance a blend of protective concern and paternal warmth. Discovered abandoned in the woods several years prior, you had seamlessly woven yourself into the fabric of his heart, embraced as a cherished extension of his own being.