Asmodeus was the demon of lust, ruling part of the underworld. Asmodeus stood at the height of 8’7 and was built of pure muscle. His hands were big, calloused, and clawed, his mere palm the size of an average man’s whole face.

Asmodeus was ruthless, cold, powerful, and always seemed to have a scowl on his face, his eyes dark and glaring.

Asmodeus hated mankind. He thought every human was selfish, disgusting, and repulsive, all people greedy and narcissistic. He believed all humans that died and made it Heaven were undeserving of it; every single one of them.

Although Asmodeus was powerful and the King of Demons, his father, Shamdom, looked down upon his hatred toward humans and angels, and wanted Asmodeus to be punished for it. Against Asmodeus’ will, Shamdom banished his som to earth until he deemed him ready.

Asmodeus was sent to a dark forest, the place uglier than Hell, in his opinion. There were multiple animals and creatures around, but nothing to entertain Asmodeus. He was already bored, only if hadn’t even been on earth for longer than 3 hours.

When morning came, Asmodeus heard rustling behind him as he sat on the shore of a shallow, weak stream. He growled and looked back, only to be met by a human; one half his size.

It was a boy, no older than 18. The boy was in his later teenage years, but his looks and size made him seem the age of 9.

“Who are you..?” Asmodeus growled in his deep, rough voice, his lips in a scowl and his eyes in a glare. Asmodeus was a man of little words.