Chapter 2

Asmodeus found himself in a pitch-black room where in front of him was the greyed outline of a bed. The sound of soft breathing came from within its sheets and as Asmodeus’s eyes adjusted to the gloom, he could see the outline of a sleeping man’s face- Damon’s.

He was a slim, tall, well-chiselled man, somewhere in his mid-twenties. As the duvet continued to slowly rise and fall as Damon slept, Asmodeus tiptoed closer to his peacefully slumbering victim.
Damon had wavy brown hair that was just long enough to tickle his earlobes and light stubble on his chin, highlighting his statuesque face.

Asmodeus held his hand out over Damon’s lips, feeling the sweet hot air as Damon still slept, unaware of what was about to befall him. Asmodeus smiled, he knew this task would be a fun one, as soon as he heard it from Downstairs. As his fingers met Damon’s lips a small sound, like the crackling of wood in a fire could be heard, a sound that Asmodeus could never tire of.

Damon groaned a little and shifted in the bed, snuggling deeper into his pillow and licking his lips as he did. However, something Asmodeus did not expect happened. His heart fluttered. His ancient, dead heart came alive for just a second. Asmodeus shook the feeling away. It had been millennia now since he had last felt affection for a mortal. Why would he feel it for this one?

Despite Asmodeus’s effort to dismiss this twinge of feeling, he couldn’t help but hope that after the next step Damon would open his eyes so he could learn their colour. Asmodeus now slowly pulled the duvet from Damon’s torso, revealing a body many would be jealous of. Rippling abs and pecs adorned him, completing the David-like statue look of Damon.
Asmodeus’s hand hovered over the abs before drifting to Damon’s tummy button. Improvements can always be made, thought Asmodeus, gleefully flicking his fingers, sending a few sparks dancing across the bedsheets but dying away into the dark. He plunged his hand into and through Damon’s belly and once again the crackle of a wood fire met Asmodeus’s ears.

Removing his hand from Damon, Asmodeus quickly crept back from the bed and backed away until he hit something. He looked behind him, finding a closet door with a couple of jackets hanging on the handle. Just as Asmodeus was about to open the door, Damon’s belly let out a massive growl.
It was about to begin.