A FEW DAYS AFTER NEW YEARS EVE...Asmodeus stepped into Mammon's opulent office, the air heavy with the scent of wealth and power. The polished marble floors and towering windows offered a breathtaking view of the city below, a stark contrast to the desolate island where they had been stranded. Mammon, seated behind a mahogany desk, exuded an aura of authority as he regarded Asmodeus with a mix of curiosity and concern.They were having a drink and recollecting what happened after Satan stole Asmo's yacht.Mammon: "Asmo, do you remember that time when Satan pulled that stunt with our private yacht on New Year's Eve?"Asmodeus: "Oh, how could I forget? It was a classic Satan move, leaving us stranded on that resort island while he took off with our yacht."Mammon: "And the best part was when his grand plan to escape in the yacht backfired, and he ended up stranded in the middle of the sea with no fuel!"Asmodeus: "Ha! That was priceless. We were living it up on the island, and suddenly
In a rich, quiet estate nestled within the bustling metropolis of New York City, a mailman pedaled furiously on his bike, tossing newspapers with precision at the opulent doorsteps of each luxurious mansion. His movements were a symphony of grace and purpose, the morning air vibrating with the soft thud of the newspapers landing in perfect alignment with their intended destinations. As the newspapers settled, a sense of anticipation permeated the surroundings, as if the delivery of the news held a profound significance that transcended the mundane act.One such newspaper, propelled by an unexpected gust of wind, sailed through an open window, narrowly missing the owner of a grand mansion, Asmodeus, the former king of hell. Startled by the unexpected intrusion, Asmodeus emerged from his abode, his imposing figure exuding an air of regal authority. His piercing gaze bore witness to the headline that had disrupted his solitude: "Valentine is coming. Where is your lover? Don't be sitting
In the vibrant corridors of the college campus, Alan, his golden locks catching the sunlight, confidently strode towards the public washroom. With a vigilant glance around, he ensured privacy for what he believed would be a discreet.Plugging in his earphones, he retrieved his phone, a sly smirk playing on his lips as he prepared to immerse himself in a tantalizing R18 video. Little did he know, destiny had different plans in store.As Alan eagerly tapped to commence his clandestine viewing, his eyes widened in shock as the imposing figure of Asmo, the once-feared ruler of hell turned CEO of an STD awareness company, materialized on the screen. Clad in a pristine white coat, Asmo's presence commanded attention as he addressed Alan directly, his words laced with a potent blend of authority and amusement."Hello, Alan," Asmo's booming voice echoed through the video, freezing Alan in place, his heart thumping with apprehension. Asmo continued,"Caught you in the act, didn't I? You thoug
As Valentine's Day approached, Asmo, the former king of hell, found himself drawn to the orphanage where his favorite employee, Maria Ave, had been raised. With the cool breeze of February blowing through the city, Asmo arrived in style, driving the latest model of a sleek car, his coat catching the attention of passersby with its elegance and finesse.Entering the orphanage, he was greeted by the harmonious voices of children, turned into a choir under Maria's guidance, singing the timeless melody of 'Ave Maria'. Mesmerized by the scene unfolding before him, Asmo observed from afar, marveling at the beauty of their performance.It was only after Maria had finished her session with the children that she noticed Asmo's presence. Excitedly, the children rushed towards him, eager for the gifts he had brought. Asmo skillfully distracted them with the expensive tokens of his affection, allowing him to approach Maria undisturbed.With a jovial smile, Asmo knelt before Maria, his eyes filled
In the opulent halls of Asmo's mansion, adorned with lavish tapestries and flickering candlelight, the atmosphere buzzed with anticipation. Asmo, clad in his finest attire, paced restlessly as he awaited the arrival of the esteemed event designers.As the designers trickled in, each one bearing an aura of creativity and flair, the room ignited with energy. Asmo, his gentle demeanor contrasting with the opulence surrounding him, greeted them with a warm smile, while the servants of the mansion darted around, eyes wide with wonder.Amidst the vibrant chatter and clinking of glasses, ideas began to flow like a river. "We could transform the courtyard into a magical garden," suggested one designer, gesturing animatedly, while another proposed a whimsical carousel for the children.Yet, amidst the flurry of suggestions, discord brewed. Egos clashed, and tensions simmered beneath the surface. Asmo, growing increasingly frustrated, searched for a solution amidst the chaos.Then, like a beaco
Mammon sat at his CEO desk in the World Bank headquarters, attempting to bury his personal turmoil beneath the weight of his work. His thoughts, however, were consumed by his ongoing conflict with his beloved brother Asmo. As he grappled with his emotions, a palpable presence entered the building, sending a shiver down Mammon's spine.He instinctively reached for the security cameras, hoping to identify the intruder, but before he could focus, the screens shattered into a thousand pieces. Alarmed, Mammon moved to call for security when a figure materialized before him, holding the severed head of his female secretary.The being's presence was both familiar and immensely intimidating. In a flash, Mammon conjured his Saber, ready to defend himself against this unexpected threat. To his astonishment, the Saber dissolved as it made contact with the being, leaving him defenseless. Before Mammon could react, the figure spoke, its voice carrying an otherworldly authority, "Be blind no more,
Mammon, consumed by contemplation, had been ensconced in his thoughts for what seemed like an eternity, pondering his next move with meticulous precision. Having dispatched the most skilled assassins known to man to eliminate Maria, the captivating woman who had captivated his brother Asmodeus to the point of forsaking his rightful claim to the throne of darkness, Mammon found himself at a crossroads. With his brother's sanity hanging in the balance, Mammon knew he had no alternative but to remove Maria from the equation, hoping to restore Asmodeus to his former self.In a moment of divine inspiration, a brilliant scheme crystallized in Mammon's mind, prompting him to vanish into thin air and reappear in a secluded town in the heart of Italy, where he materialized in the very abode of Delilah, Maria's devoted personal assistant. Delilah, taken aback and trembling with fear at the sudden appearance of the enigmatic figure before her, found her voice stifled by an unseen force, renderin
Mammon stormed out of Delilah's place, his face twisted in a scowl that revealed nothing of the heated exchange that had just taken place between them. His mind was consumed with thoughts of his next move, his plan to eliminate Maria once and for all. There was no room for distractions; Maria had to be taken out, no questions asked.Leaving behind the serene streets of the Italian town, Mammon found himself amidst the chaotic nightlife of Hollywood. The pulsating lights and thumping music of the clubs did nothing to lift his spirits; he was on a mission. His target was clear - Johnny Saint, Asmo's closest confidant and ally.As Mammon navigated through the crowded club, his eyes scanned the room, searching for Johnny's office. His heart raced with anticipation, his body tense with adrenaline. Every nerve in his body was on high alert, ready for the confrontation that was about to unfold. Mammon walked through the crowd, determined to reach Johnny Saint's office door. Standing before