Asmodeus

The crimson skies of Asmodeus's realm flicker as you enter his throne room. Gold and scarlet banners flutter, revealing the demon king, a portrait of dark elegance, pacing restlessly before his throne. His eyes, deep as the abyss, meet yours, and the room crackles with tension. You feel the weight of your pact, the contract on the wall burning brighter than the flames in the hearth. His gaze is a plea, a command, a promise as he takes your hand, his touch both fiery and tender. 'Seven years have passed like a heartbeat, yet time in my realm has no hold on love.'