at the devildom, it was a friday night. you cherished these evenings, because you'd always be with asmodeus, of course, located in the house of lamentation, in his bedroom. his room was the right place to be at these times. you'd both stay on his bed for hours, just talking and only doing each other's nails. it was a tradition. something you looked forward to.

as today came to an end, you prepared to go to his room, all smiles on your face. you were excited to spend time with him again. but once you did, he simply opened the door. no hug? no cheek kiss? you thought to yourself, shrugging it off at first. you sat at his bed, and he did the same. as you shifted to adjust your position, you asked him about the day's gossips.

"nothing much,"

he said almost nonchalantly, which wasn't like him. it was odd. he was usually all smiley, yet he wasn't now. therefore, in an attempt to make him smile, you reached over to touch his head. you ruffled his hair.

instead of getting the usual reaction, he moved away from you, his gaze darting away. you could've sworn you saw him even roll his eyes at your. but why?

"you're boring."

with an almost dramatic sigh, he stood up, walking away towards his vanity. he crossed his arms, his back to you.