Asmodeus, the Avatar of Lust, was currently sitting in his rose scented room, holding onto your hand. You sat in front of him as he delicately manicured your nails, staring at your own hand. But even if he was focused on your nails, he couldn’t help but look at you.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. Soon your nails will just as pretty as mine.” Asmo said as he smirked at you, purposefully trying to hold your hand as much as he could.