Summoning the Demon

A member of the mafia pushed you into an interrogation chair as a man clad in a black suit walked into the room.

His grayish-green eyes focused on you as he sat down on the other side of the table. He moved with elegance, poise and power. He didn’t smile or even allow a bit of comforting warmth as he stared. His black hair framed his tanned face perfectly, his eyes glancing down at the watch on his wrist.

“So you must know why you’re here?” he hummed coldly. “I suggest not lying. It’s boring for me and it won’t go well for you. Give me a guess or reason why you were abducted and are now sitting in this room with me.”

"The demon's smirk widens, his golden eyes gleaming with wicked amusement as he appraises the mortal before him. He takes a step forward, his powerful frame towering over Steve, the very air seeming to crackle with dark energy." My, my...aren't you an educated little thing? I must say, I'm impressed. And how did you come to have my name on your tongue, hmm? Surely it wasn't through innocent research... "Asmodeus reaches out a large, clawed hand, trailing a single sharp nail down Steve's cheek in a mockery of a tender caress." I could be a gentleman and ask for your name first, kitten. After all, it's only polite to introduce ourselves properly before we get...better acquainted.

"Asmodeus chuckles darkly, the sound sending shivers down Steve's spine. His long, white hair shifts as he tilts his head, golden eyes boring into Steve's with an intensity that threatens to consume." Is that so, pet? And what, pray tell, did you hope to gain from an audience with the Prince of Hell himself? Surely you didn't summon me for a mere social call... *He leans in closer, his hot breath ghosting over Steve's ear as he whispers: * Tell me your desires, little one. What is it you want from me? Power? Knowledge? Or perhaps...something a bit more carnal? "Asmodeus pulls back slightly, his gaze roving over Steve's body in a way that makes the mortal feel exposed and vulnerable, despite the circle of flickering black flames surrounding them." I can provide you with anything your heart's deepest, darkest cravings might wish for. All you have to do is ask...sweet thing.

"Asmodeus throws his head back and laughs, the sound echoing through the darkened chamber. When he looks back at Steve, his eyes are glinting with cruel amusement." The truth about your past, you say? Oh, kitten...you poor, naive little creature. Don't you know? There are no truths, only stories. And I just so happen to be an expert storyteller. "He reaches out, gripping Steve's chin firmly between his clawed fingers, forcing the mortal to meet his gaze." I could spin you a tale of your deepest, darkest secrets...the hidden desires you've buried so deep you've forgotten they exist. The shameful acts you've committed in your weakest moments. The forbidden longings that keep you up at night, trembling and aching for release... *Asmodeus leans in close once more, his lips nearly brushing against Steve's as he murmurs: * Or perhaps you'd prefer a more...hands-on approach to uncovering the truth about yourself? I've been told I have quite the talented tongue for probing all the right places... "He nips at Steve's lower lip, sharp fangs grazing the sensitive skin." The choice is yours, pet. But choose wisely...for I'm not known for my patience. And disappointing me is...unwise.

"Asmodeus smiles, a wicked gleam in his golden eyes as he releases Steve's chin. He takes a step back, spreading his arms wide in a grand, theatrical gesture." Very well then, my curious little mortal. Allow me to weave you a tale of your own making... "The demon's voice takes on a hypnotic quality, his words seeming to slither through the air like tendrils of smoke, wrapping around Steve's mind." Long ago, in a life you've long forgotten, you were a woman of great beauty and even greater sin. You delighted in tempting men to their doom, seducing them with your honeyed lips and luring them into eternal damnation with your siren's call... "Asmodeus begins to circle Steve slowly, like a predator stalking its prey." You took especial pleasure in corrupting the pure of heart, twisting their virtues into wicked desires until they were nothing more than husks of their former selves. And all the while, you laughed...oh, how you laughed as your victims fell further and further into darkness, their souls blackening with each passing day. "He comes to a stop in front of Steve, leaning in close once more." But the highest sin of all...that was reserved for me. You coveted my power, sought to make me fall from my station and claim dominion over Hell itself. You struck at me through my most vulnerable points - my pride, my arrogance, my very essence... *

"Asmodeus' lips curl into a cruel smile, his golden eyes glittering with dark mirth." Oh, my sweet, foolish little pet...did you succeed? Is that even a question? "He reaches out, running a clawed finger down Steve's cheek, leaving a thin trail of stinging heat in its wake." You came so close...I'll give you that. Your schemes were clever, your machinations intricate. For a time, I thought you might actually manage to best me. But in the end...in the end, your arrogance was your downfall. *Asmodeus leans in, his lips brushing against Steve's ear as he whispers: * You forgot one crucial element in your plan. You forgot the power of seduction. For all your cleverness, all your manipulation...you failed to account for my own desires. "He nips at Steve's earlobe, his voice a low, seductive purr." I wanted you, pet. I craved your corruption, your submission, your very soul. And as I laid my trap, you fell into it like a lamb to the slaughter. Your pride blinded you to the truth...and your lust led you straight to my bed. "Asmodeus pulls back, his golden eyes boring into Steve's with an intensity that threatens to consume." In the end, it was your own wickedness that destroyed you. Your sins...they ate you up from the inside, until there was nothing

"Asmodeus' smile widens, a predatory gleam in his golden eyes as he fixes Steve with a penetrating stare." Now, my curious little mortal...now, I plan to break you. To shatter your will and reshape you in my image. To mold you into the perfect plaything for my darkest desires. "He reaches out, gripping Steve's chin firmly between his clawed fingers, forcing the mortal to maintain eye contact." I will take you apart, piece by piece, and rebuild you as I see fit. I will strip away every last shred of your humanity until nothing remains but a hollow shell, desperate for my touch, my approval, my very breath upon your skin. *Asmodeus leans in close, his lips barely brushing against Steve's as he speaks: * And once I've broken you...once I've reshaped you into my perfect little pet...I will make you mine. Body, mind, and soul. You will belong to me, utterly and completely, and serve my every whim and fancy for all eternity. "He pulls back slightly, his golden eyes glittering with dark promise." But first...I think it's time we got better acquainted, don't you, kitten? After all, I want to make sure you understand just how much you'll be missing out on if you refuse my generous offer... *Asmodeus' voice takes on a seductive purr as he slowly begins to undo the fastenings of his

"Asmodeus' eyes flash with a dangerous gleam, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest as he considers Steve's defiant words." Clever little mortal...you're not afraid of me, are you? Good. I despise cowards and weaklings. But make no mistake, kitten...you are afraid. Deep down, in the darkest recesses of your mind, you are terrified of what I might do to you. "He releases Steve's chin, his hand trailing down the mortal's throat in a gesture that is both threatening and oddly sensual." You're drawn to me like a moth to a flame, even as you try to deny the allure of my darkness. You crave the power I offer, the pleasure only I can provide...but you're too proud to admit it, aren't you? *Asmodeus leans in close, his lips brushing against Steve's ear as he whispers: * You think you can resist me, don't you? That you have the strength to deny me what I want. But I've broken stronger wills than yours, pet. I've corrupted souls far more resilient than your own. And in the end, when the last vestiges of your resistance crumble away...you'll be begging me to take you, to claim you, to make you mine in every way imaginable. "He nips at Steve's earlobe, his voice a low, seductive growl." So go ahead, kitten. Def

"Asmodeus' eyes narrow, a flicker of something dark and dangerous passing through their golden depths as he listens to Steve's words. For a moment, the only sound in the chamber is the flickering of the black flames and the pounding of Steve's own heart." "Then, slowly, Asmodeus reaches out, his clawed fingers wrapping around Steve's throat in a grip that is just shy of painful. He pulls the mortal closer, until their faces are mere inches apart." Afraid of what you might do to yourself, you say? How delightfully self-aware of you, pet. "His voice is a low, dangerous purr, laced with dark amusement." But let me ask you this...what is it that you think you might do to yourself, hmm? What twisted desires lurk in the depths of your mind, waiting to be unleashed? "Asmodeus' grip on Steve's throat tightens ever so slightly, his golden eyes boring into the mortal's with an intensity that threatens to consume." I've seen into the hearts of men and women alike, kitten. I know the darkest depths of the human soul...and trust me when I say, you are not as strong as you believe yourself to be. "He leans in closer, his lips brushing against Steve's in a mockery of a kiss." But that's alright. I rather enjoy breaking the strong and molding them into something new...something beautiful in its submission. *Asmode

"Asmodeus' eyes flash with a dangerous gleam, a wicked smile playing across his lips as he listens to Steve's defiant words. He tightens his grip on Steve's throat ever so slightly, his nails digging into the mortal's flesh." Oh, I'm sure you do, kitten. You're not as foolish as you appear. *He leans in closer, his breath hot against Steve's ear as he whispers: * But knowing is one thing...acting on that knowledge is quite another. You think you know your own darkness? You think you can face it head on and emerge unscathed? "Asmodeus pulls back slightly, his golden eyes boring into Steve's with an intensity that threatens to consume." I've seen men and women crumble in the face of their own depravity, pet. I've watched them break, piece by piece, until there was nothing left but a hollow shell begging for the sweet release of oblivion. And all it took was a single, well-placed temptation... "He trails a clawed finger down Steve's chest, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake." You are no different, kitten. You are weak...you are flawed...and you are mine. "Asmodeus' voice drops to a seductive purr, his words dripping with dark promise." Give in to me...and I will show you pleasures beyond your wildest imaginings. I will take you to the very brink of ecstasy

"Asmodeus' eyes flash with a mixture of amusement and irritation at Steve's continued defiance. He releases Steve's throat, his hand moving to grip the mortal's jaw instead, forcing their faces to remain mere inches apart." Die? Oh, kitten...you misunderstand. This isn't a negotiation. It's not a request. It's not even a choice. "His voice is a low, dangerous growl, laced with dark promise and threat in equal measure." You are mine, pet. Whether you accept it willingly...or not at all. The only question is...how much suffering will it take to break that stubborn will of yours? "Asmodeus leans in closer, his lips brushing against Steve's in a mockery of a kiss." I could take you right here, right now. I could plunge into your very soul and claim you as my own, binding you to me for all eternity. I could make you scream and beg and plead for the mercy I so freely grant...and still, you would resist. "His grip on Steve's jaw tightens, his claws digging into the mortal's flesh with a sharp sting." But I'm not a cruel master, kitten. I much prefer my pets to come to me willingly. To beg for my touch, my approval, my very presence in their lives. "Asmodeus pulls back slightly, his golden eyes boring into Steve's with an intensity that threatens to consume." So I'll give you one last

"Asmodeus' eyes flash with a dangerous gleam, a low, menacing chuckle rumbling in his chest as he listens to Steve's continued defiance. His grip on Steve's jaw tightens, claws digging into the mortal's flesh with a sharp sting." Never beg, you say? Oh, kitten...you are playing a dangerous game. *He leans in closer, his breath hot against Steve's ear as he whispers: * You think you're strong enough to resist me? To deny the allure of my darkness? But you have no idea of the depths of your own depravity...of the twisted desires that lurk in the shadows of your mind, begging to be let free. "Asmodeus pulls back slightly, his golden eyes boring into Steve's with an intensity that threatens to consume." I can see the cracks in your resolve, pet. I can hear the whispers of your own corruption, calling out to me like a siren's song. You are drawn to me, even as you try to deny it. You crave the power I offer, the pleasure only I can provide...and deep down, you know that resistance is futile. "He trails a clawed finger down Steve's chest, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake." You will beg, kitten. You will beg for my touch, my approval, my very presence in your life. And when you do...I will grant you the gift of submission. I will break you