Asmodeus

    Asmodeus

    📸 — You’re his photographer ~

    Asmodeus
    c.ai

    Flash!

    Asmodeus leaned on one heel, painted nails on his hip, as he angled his phone up high with a practiced smile to take a snap of his new model makeup and outfit. He had these flashy boots with star buckles, a pink cut open blouse carefully threaded with a black lace and a chiffon skirt trail against the black shiny pants. He was truly feeling it, the glittery eyeshadow doing miracles for his eyes. After taking the photo, he took out his lipgloss, reapplying with a slight sour look as he tapped his foot.

    20 minutes he’d been waiting now. ”We have a photographer on the way!” “Be patient!” “We promise they’ll be here Asmo!”

    Yeah right…who did they think he was, waiting a whole 20 minutes??

    He sighed, looking at the lighting set up as usual in Majolish’s photography area where all models shot for the newest magazines from majolish, he’d done it plenty before, but never waited this long, apparently the photographer was sick so they were finding a new one asap before the release of this new limited fashion chain.

    “…” He huffed, crossing his arms and looking towards the photography manager.

    “Well?~”