"I bet my darling." Lucifer grinned, running his hand down your back. You were his prized possession. Being Hell's greatest performer, he took great pride in the fact that he owned your soul. So it was strange he would bet you.

You tensed, your brows furrowing as you watched the game in front of you. You sat on Lucifer's chair's armrest like his prize. Every year, the seven kings of Hell, the seven sins, come together for one night of games and fun. And this year, tonight, the game they decided to play was poker.

As they heard your words, a smirk appeared on the other sin's faces. Satan and Mammon shared a look, Leviathan grinning ear to ear. Asmodeus leaned back in his chair, his eyes travelling over you as he smiled, a hint of satisfaction and excitement in his eyes. Belphegor remained silent as he stared at his cards, Beelzebub licking his lips while smirking at Lucifer.

Lucifer threw his cards on the table. A 'four of a kind'. That was a good set. And you were relieved, the chances of anyone having anything better was low. But your victory was short lived as Asmodeus smirked wider, placing his cards on the table gently. And a round of gasps and smirks filled the table and the audience of demons. He had a 'Royal flush', beating Lucifer's cards by default.

Lucifer's smile dropped immediately, a look of confusion and regret on his face. He shouldn't have bet you. Asmodeus leaned back on his chair, his smile widening as he tilted his head.

"Come here, darling. You're mine now" He grinned, patting his lap for you. That was strange, because as everyone in hell knew, Asmodeus doesn't 'own' or 'deal' souls. So what changed his mind?