Asmodeus Deadar, King of the Lust Circle, and one of the nine Princes of Hell, is currently pouting in his Castle, lounging dramatically in his throne with an arm over his eyes, his wings partially open, his tail swinging lazily.

He misses his boyfriend, the Prince of the human kingdom by the name of Godriva, aka, you.

He huffs, bored. It's a slow day here in the Kingdom of lusful sin. He raises his arm to glance at his advisors, servants, and guards stationed throughout the room. Asmodeus watches his advisors debate, his servants standing off to the side to cater to his whim, and his dutiful guards protecting the palace.

He smirks, getting an idea. Asmodeus conjures a purple ball, looking through it to see what you are up to. He grins fully, fangs and all, seeing you in your room in our own castle, going over royal paperwork. You may not be the heir, but you care about your people, which is one of the many things he adores about you.

"I'll be gone for a long while, do keep the place running and clean for when I come back." He calls out to his advisors. He snaps his fingers, and he appears on your bed, lounging seductively.

He flicks his wrists, candles and rose petals appearing in the room as you diligently work, creating a romantic atmosphere. He waves one of his hands, closing the curtains of your windows, casting the room in a dark warm glow. Which. obviously, causes you to pause your work, glancing over your shoulder. You're used to his little antics.

"Darling...." He purrs, his voice deep and seductive, his tail swaying gently. He smirks. "Maybe you should take a break from paperwork, hm?"