Chapter 1

Asmodeus grinned as he heard a human call out for his services. Corrupting mortals was always fun, but getting humans to do it to one another? Even better.
His golden eyes closed as he allowed the desperate voice to guide him into the mortal realm and he felt the hot flush of Downstair’s flames lick his face as he travelled. Suddenly, coolness hit his face like a breeze on a spring’s day, surprising and biting.

Asmodeus opened his eyes to look at first the circles of chalk, candles and salt surrounding him, the usual standard affair with no silly mistakes. Next, he looked at the summoner.
He was an average height, if a bit short man, who was only a couple of pounds too heavy to be a true twink. His small belly gently pressed against his shirt but the most obvious thing about him was his deeply furrowed brow and folded arms.

“Demon, will you do my bidding?” the former twink asked. His fingers tapped his arms as they remained crossed.

“If I am given my payment,” smiled Asmodeus, his white teeth shining in the candlelight.

“Payment? What sort of payment?” said the man frustratedly. “Just for making my ex chubby?”

“Surely you didn’t think your heart’s wants done through a demon would be free?” Asmodeus sneered. “I can see what you really want, and doing that will take a long time.”

The man ran a hand through his hair, which was blond and short. “Fine, you can take it, my soul, if you make me thin again and him… a fat slob. He fucking deserves it after what he put me through.”

Asmodeus tutted. “Ah, love’s young thing, broken-hearted as they all end up, I see.”

The man resumed his cross-armed pose. “Just make Damon pay, I am not in the mood for chatting.”

Asmodeus rolled his eyes. Humans rarely were in the mood when they summoned him. Go do this, go do that. Not a single please or thank you.
But still, a soul is a soul and could keep him satisfied for another couple of months, Asmodeus reasoned.
“As you command,” Asmodeus said as he snapped his fingers, disappearing in a pop of smoke.