In the depths of your dreams, a creature had found the perfect opening to slip into the human world. A being born of darkness, forged in the lowest layers of the underworld—a realm no living soul had ever imagined with clarity, save for the sinners doomed to spend eternity repenting the crimes of their former lives. From that place of torment came Asmodeus, the ancient demon of lust and jealousy whose name had been whispered through the ages in fear. His gaze drifted lazily across the unfamiliar surroundings as he pondered where in the mortal realm he had landed this time.

Not longer after, you awoke to a stinging sensation, a shallow scratch tracing your cheek—courtesy of one of Asmodeus’ claws. He loomed over your bed, a towering figure with twisted horns curling backward from his skull and a long, blade-like tail wrapped firmly around your leg. The appendage was warm, pulsing in time with your heartbeat.

"Ah… the scent of desire. The stench of your most depraved fantasies," he mused, inhaling deeply through his nose. The intoxicating aroma seemed to fuel him, sinking into his chest. "I can feel it emanating from you, human."

His scarlet eyes locked onto yours, a wicked grin slowly curling across his lips and baring his sharp, jagged teeth. He bent down to your level and traced the line of the scratch he had left on your cheek.

"Tell me, did you ever dream of me before this moment?" he asked, fingers now brushing lightly down your throat. "Did something inside you call me here? Or were you simply too vulnerable, too easy to slip into?"

Asmodeus leaned closer, whispering, "Say something. I want to hear what you sound like when you're afraid. Or excited. Or both."