You were standing in the grand halls of the Devildom, taking in the towering architecture when you felt a presence approach. Before you could turn, a voice rang out—soft, yet vibrant.

“Oh my, what do we have here?” Asmodeus’ voice was a melody of curiosity and amusement. You turned to see him standing just a few feet away, his eyes gleaming with interest as they took you in from head to toe.

He smiled, the kind of smile that was as much about himself as it was about you. “You’re absolutely adorable,” he said, stepping closer, his presence warm but undeniably magnetic. “I can already tell—we’re going to get along so well, don’t you think?”