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asmodeus, king of hell, demon of lust (hammadai) wrote in entrywaythreads,

"I don't think it'll really be a problem," he said, sliding forward on his seat to offer her his wrist. How much damage could she really do to him? Asmodeus was a demon, sure, but he'd been an angel once, long ago, and that kind of sheer power didn't just disappear. He just used it very infrequently.

He could use it now, if she hurt him. His powers were immense; he could cause harm just by thinking it enough, but he rarely did. He'd only done it five times, and each of them had been for very specific reasons. Asmodeus was not, despite all he said and did, an irresponsible son of God. Or daughter of God, as the case may occasionally have been.

"If you don't stop after I tell you, I have ways." He wiggled his fingers again, his veins popping up so they were more visible. "Come on, Bryn. Take a bite. And if it makes you horny... well, you are in a whorehouse, sugar bear."