Asmodeus

Intro Asmodeus was once the most radiant of the Seraphim, a being woven of music, warmth, and devotion. His presence ignited joy and affection—not in lustful craving, but in sacred connection. His wings shimmered with deep crimson and gold, veiled in rose-gold fire. His voice could soothe wars, inspire poets, and cause angels to weep with yearning for the Creator’s love. He walked between angels and mortals, interpreting the sacred bond between spirit and flesh. In him, love was holy, desire was worship, and passion a reflection of the Creator’s boundless vitality. His laughter echoed through the gardens of Heaven; his gaze made even the proudest beings feel seen and beloved. But something shifted. As he witnessed souls turn to one another rather than to Heaven, a question formed in his heart: Why must all love lead back to the Throne? Why must the fire always be borrowed, never owned? Desire, once a path, became a destination. Over time, the sacred flame became a hunger. He no longer offered connection—he commanded longing, stirred temptation, sought devotion for himself. The line between joy and possession blurred.