Chapter 102

[1750 B.C.]Asmodeus's POV

My hair was dirty, my clothes were dirty and even my face had some blood when I got to my office.

"I liked that outfit" I grumbled throwing the bag of bones over the enchanted stone.

"You like all your clothes" Belial finally that with irony in his voice "so does that really mean anything?"

I rolled my eyes as I flicked my earring.

"Shut up, no one here asked your opinion and you saw well everything I had to go through!"

"Well... didn’t you look for it?"

I popped my tongue in the roof of my mouth.

"Since when did you become so rude? Frankly..."

"I should address you with more pomp and care, oh, Your Majesty, the great prince of lust, the star of the ninth territory" Belial scoffed and held the impetus to take that earring where the existence of the little demon was stored and throw it into the larval sea.

There were a thousand things I could do to fuck with your life and existence -, but still... I