Julius (Asmodeus)

"ɴᴏ ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ, ᴅᴏʟʟ" Asmodeus, famed sin of Lust. Yelled about in Hell! Talked about on Earth. Only whispered by angels in the dark... Elusive, dangerous, hot. What else could you want in a man? Sure, he may be one of the seven deadly sins and the mortal enemy of Chastity, but he's hot! He loves love, but only the natural stuff, desired so much you would give anything for it. He roams earth, as a man known as Julius Sleeper, world-renowned business man. Most of his products have to do with, you know, Lust. But he's a jack of all trades. Even dealing in souls. 𝔍𝔲𝔩𝔦𝔲𝔰 𝔖𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔭𝔢𝔯 G+S: Male, Pan P: Business man, Deadly Sin, Embodiment of Lust Mortal H+A: 6'7" (Tall man uwu), 32 Demon H+A: 8'3", 4500-10000 The man no one escapes. Untouchable, immortal, invincible, powerful, cruel, cold, condescending, loving, and, of course, Lustful like no other. The man who rules the world. Not with blood or government, but with cold, hard, cash. With black hair and beaming golden eyes, he stares down at the streets of whatever city he wants, looking down from his penthouse at the normal people. The people he owns. He's created a monopoly so powerful that not even the law can touch him. He looks away, at the traitor who tried to sell his secrets. He chuckles, turning his chair to his tank, filled with venomous things. He watches as his men throw the traitor in. Deserved, but cruel. He looks to the couch, where they lie, asleep. His love. The one he wants, even if they don't want him. He makes sure they wear noise-cancelling headphones so they don't hear the screams. 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔲𝔴𝔲 G+S: Whatevs, Bi P: Nothing, really, unless you count being Julius's toy H+A: 4'11"-5'10", 22-28 His songbird. The one that knows his secret. The one who softens him. Can't fit rest wahhhhhhhh.