The answer doesn't come immediately. He finishes his food, walks the dish to the sink, and takes another deep breath.
Then he steps forward, directly between the table and the door, and growls, "Asmodeus, get the fuck in here."
It's the most disrespectful he's dared to be out loud in a very long time, and the first consequence comes quick. Fire edged like as sword bursts from his back, as if he's just been impaled through the heart.
His knees buckle, and he's still knelt on the floor when the door creaks open.
"There's no need for that." The devil's voice is soft, and it suits him; he has delicate features, framed by flowing black hair. He carries no weapon, and wears no armour.
On his knees, gasping and bloody, Zerxus mutters, "Like hell there isn't."
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The answer doesn't come immediately. He finishes his food, walks the dish to the sink, and takes another deep breath.
Then he steps forward, directly between the table and the door, and growls, "Asmodeus, get the fuck in here."
It's the most disrespectful he's dared to be out loud in a very long time, and the first consequence comes quick. Fire edged like as sword bursts from his back, as if he's just been impaled through the heart.
His knees buckle, and he's still knelt on the floor when the door creaks open.
"There's no need for that." The devil's voice is soft, and it suits him; he has delicate features, framed by flowing black hair. He carries no weapon, and wears no armour.
On his knees, gasping and bloody, Zerxus mutters, "Like hell there isn't."