Satan was, of course, the first to rudely intrude on Asmo's well-planned speech, exclaiming, "Did you seriously bring us here to reminisce about our primitive years? I have a Christmas to ruin, a world to plunge into chaos, and lives to take."Asmo closed his eyes and began to take deep breaths, maintaining skin contact with Mammon to center himself amidst Satan's disruptive outburst. The tension in the room was palpable as the clash of personalities threatened to derail the meeting.Just as Satan was about to ask Asmo why he was being ignored, Mammon uttered, "Hush, Satan! Take your seat and be quiet. If you act nice, maybe Santa will take you off the naughty list and bring you the gift of common sense, which might come in handy for you in the new year."Mammon put his hand over his mouth to prevent even more damning remarks. Everyone at the table was shocked upon hearing the brutal verbal jabs Mammon hit Satan with, seemingly unprovoked. The atmosphere in the room grew even tenser a
Asmo, his gaze unwavering, met Satan's simmering rage with an unspoken resolve as he rose up from the ground.The air crackled with tension, the weight of unspoken grievances hanging heavy between them. As the room fell into a charged silence, the only sound that permeated the air was the ominous hum of Satan's Saber of Wrath, a testament to the storm brewing within him."Mammon, I know you are no traitor but Asmo...," Satan seethed, his voice cutting through the stillness like a blade. "Did you think I wouldn't see through your deception? as you were orchestrating this charade. You underestimate my will if you believe I will bend to your whims."Asmo, his usual bravado not replaced by a single flicker of remorse, shifted easily under Satan's piercing gaze. "I... I meant for it to come to this.Satan!!!,just give up.Madeus doesn't want to hurt you.Don't refuse to heed to my advice."Asmo, his eyes betraying absolutely no glimmer of regret, rose from his seat, his movements deliber
After finishing their dinner, the pressing question on their minds was what to do next. It was evident that none of them could leave the island, nor could they exact revenge on the resort owner, Asmodeus, for imprisoning them on this deserted island.Asmo was relishing every moment spent with his brothers. He had even managed to subdue Satan himself, and now he was determined to coerce the others into participating in some traditional Christmas activities.He had already begun scheming, making phone calls to initiate his side plans. When Lucifer saw the smirk on his face, he felt compelled to walk up to Asmo, take away his phone, and air his grievances, stating his own ground rules."Since you got what you want, I also have my own reservations and rules to be obeyed. No phones, no internet, and most of all, no secrets are allowed. You wanted us to live like we were still in Noah's time, then let's do it right."Asmo was surprised but quickly got over his shock and replied, "Great, I l
As the night of Christmas Eve descended, Asmo set up a bonfire in the hopes that his brothers would join him around the crackling flames. Satan was the first to arrive, but Asmo suspected that he was only there to see if he could take advantage of the situation. Using his telepathic abilities, Asmo summoned Madeus, who materialized just in time to make Satan move to the farthest side of the seats encircling the bonfire. The flames danced and crackled, casting flickering shadows on the faces of the three brothers as tension hung heavy in the air."Asmo also blurted out what Satan was itching to know,"Brother Satan, or Saturn, whichever you prefer, I just want to inform you that I am not the one with the nuclear codes for the missile. The reason there is an internet connection on the island is because of an AI which remotely controls the technology. I made sure there were no humans here, so I had to get an Artificial Intelligence assistant to clean up the mess you guys would end up maki
Asmo woke up the next day feeling energized and calm. The Carols night, which turned into The Seven Confessions of the Fallen Angels, helped lift the weight of Asmo's past transgressions. Now, he had the clearest conscience on the block, giving him the confidence to say, "Merry Christmas, Devils! Rise and shine. Come on, your chores won't do themselves. It's Christmas day again!"Lucifer was the first to rise without being coerced into doing something Asmo wanted. He was intrigued by Asmo's statement, particularly the way he said "Christmas day again." Asmo sounded like he had lived through this Christmas before. It was then that Lucifer realized he had forgotten something important.Lucifer, the prince of pride, would normally never forget a thing. His mind wandered for the rest of the day, trying to uncover what exactly had slipped his mind. He was sure Asmo was hiding something else, but he didn't want to alert Asmodeus before he had a chance to find out the truth. So, Lucifer play
As the year came to a close, Asmo had finally achieved the unthinkable - he had convinced his brothers to stay on the island with him until the end of the year. He couldn't help but feel like he deserved an award for this remarkable feat. Who else could manage to keep the Devils at bay and docile for so long that they began to enjoy the peace and quiet? Even Satan himself became more compliant and less rebellious as the year progressed.Now, it was time for the best part of the festive season - lighting up the night sky. However, there was a problem: Asmo had brought no fireworks to the island. How would they manage to celebrate without them?Knowing how inventive Asmo could be, it was entirely possible for him to have an alternative for the absence of fireworks.When night fell and the countdown to the new year began, Asmo gathered his brothers around a specific part of the island and briefed them on his next plan of action.As Asmodeus began to reveal his crazy plan, he spoke with a
As the doomsday clock of the missile ticked down to its final moments, the air crackled with an eerie tension. The Devil and his brothers stood frozen, their eyes fixed on the looming threat above. Then, in a sudden burst of blinding light, the missile streaked upward, leaving a fiery trail in its wake.At first, there was a collective gasp as the missile soared higher and higher, its ominous presence casting a shadow over the island. Then, as if defying the impending catastrophe, the night sky erupted into a kaleidoscope of brilliance. The missile detonated in a spectacular display, unleashing a dazzling array of colors that painted the heavens.The explosion transformed the dark canvas of the night into a breathtaking spectacle, each burst of light illuminating the faces of the Devil and his brothers in a surreal glow. The resounding boom echoed across the island, reverberating through the very core of their beings.Amidst the chaos of light and sound, a sense of wonder and relief w
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