***[ So, um, in case you don't happen to know, Asmodeus is one of the princes of hell overseeing lust. Okay, like LUST. Like, making babies has nothing to do with it, it's just bodies and lots of sweat and —cough— fun activities! ...You have been warned. ]***
Platinum blonde locks loosely tied into one long braid down his back, Asmodeus' violet, horizontally slit eyes narrowed in smug delight. "Lu! How you been, tyke? I haven't seen ya since you took over from Elo!"
Grinding his teeth and trying not to lose his temper, Lucifer released a long breath through his teeth, causing a sharp whistling noise to cut through the air. "...Yes," he muttered, "it has been a few years, hasn't it?"
Reaching a hand up to tuck a stray strand of hair out of his eyes revealed a small white horn on the left side of Asmodeus' forehead. It contrasted brightly against his milk-chocolate colored skin, the tip of the horn dyed the same violet shade as the demon's eyes.
Despite the demons and devils being under Lucifer's control once he'd taken up the post of secondary god, they had been brought into being by the previous Creator.
Samael, a very special archangel, had originally held command over these outliers. Lucifer had been granted command after reaching the appropriate age because his powers and Authority had meshed well with their original duties.
As such, no matter how old Lucifer might be, he would always be the youngest of the other immortals on Earth 669.
Such...aggravating titles as 'tyke' were a common occurrence from the less polite beings of this world in reference to their God.
Asmodeus' androgynous features shifted into a bright smile of happiness. The demon had the ability to freely shift his gender, but his body shape generally stayed lean, slender, and beautiful in a perfect blending of masculine and feminine features.
The only real way to tell if the demon was a he or she was by looking at the chest and observe if the modest but perfectly-shaped breasts were present.
...According to Asmodeus, when an 'eleven-year-old' Lucifer had naively asked about it, the demon preferred a male form and body. The reason being, evidently, that being surrounded by soft, warm flesh was much better than being the soft, warm flesh.
Having very little idea what the demon had been implying, Lucifer had begged for more answers, but Samael had teleported behind Amodeous and dragged the 'misbehaving' demon away kicking and screaming.
Lilith had covered Lucifer's ears in horror, a strange expression of exasperation on her face, but the young god had still caught a few tidbits as the demon kept shouting at the top of his lungs the whole time he was dragged back to Hell.
"—pounding in over and over...squeezing, with all of those hot juices just...females can make these sounds that...shivers down the spine, I'm tellin' ya...they're just so sensitive, it's insane, you know? ...Yeah, it's just too much to handle as a female, so it's better to be the one making all of that sensual mayhem and chaos, don't ya think?"
The demon's words had grown clearer toward the end there because Samael had been experiencing difficulties dragging the troublemaker through the portal to Hell since Asmodeus had been pretty adamant to finish answering Lucifer's question.
Eventually, though, Micheal had arrived, shouting about a disgusting knave having no right to taint the Young Master like this. With an enraged howl, Micheal cut off the hands Amodeous had been using to grip the edge of the portal to keep himself in the Heavenly Realm with a flaming sword.
The demon's expression had shifted into a weird mix of excitement and frustration as he'd quickly started to sink through the portal.
"I'm going to get you back for this, Mike! I swear, the next time I'm a woman, I'm going to bring you to your knees with my mou—!"
"ENOUGH DEPRAVITY, FOUL DEMON!!" Micheal had thundered loud enough to cause Lucifer and Lilith to temporarily go deaf. Consequently, they were unable to hear what had been said next.
Micheal raised a foot and planted it firmly onto Asmoedous' face to force him down faster through the rest of the portal. The demon, at this point, had a flushed face and was panting heavily.
He'd slipped out a forked, black tongue from his lips and wrapped it in a disgusting show of flexibility around the side of Micheal's foot, stretching out to try and wrap around the angel's ankle.
Micheal's back had been facing Lucifer but based on Asmodeus' raptured expression, the angel had said...something in response to the demon's tongue. The look of ecstasy quickly shifted and morphed, growing more and more depraved with each microsecond before the tongue released the angel.
Their hearing just beginning to return, Lilith hadn't been able to block the next sounds coming from the angel and demon duo, even though she still had her hands firmly pressed against her charge's skull and horns.
A shout of absolute joy and release reverberated through the hall, slowly dying away along with the rest of the demon's words. "You are such a cold creature, Mike.... Oooooh, step on me more, you domineering beast!"
The last bit ended up being a plea of desperation as the portal to Hell closed with a muffled thud.
Straightening, Micheal had shaken his foot as if to get rid of an annoying bug before calmly using his burning blade to dismember it from his body.
Lucifer's eyes had widened in disbelief as he watched the angel's foot slowly shift into pale gold glitters of light. Those lights then moved to the stump Micheal had created without a single cry of pain and his foot suddenly appeared again, as if nothing had happened.
Turning his dark head slightly, the angel stoically nodded once, never showing his face to the Young Master, before walking off as if nothing out of the ordinary had taken place.
...A few times, over the long years since, Lucifer had tentatively tried to bring up the subject from sheer curiosity to the angel and demon.
Asmodeus always quickly became very animated and excited, panting and licking their lips with an expression of hungering lust taking over their face anytime Micheal was mentioned. If Asmodeus was in a female form (which was actually very rare), her violet eyes would narrow and she'd begin demanding to know where Micheal was.
Lady Asmodeus would start crying out "where's my Mike baby, where is heeeeee?! I still haven't gone down on him yet!" in tormented pain. She would lose all sense and usually had to be restrained.
It had gotten bad enough that both Elohim, Lucifer, and Samael had declared that 'Micheal' was no longer a name that was allowed to be uttered in Asmodeus' presence.
As far as Micheal was concerned, just the mention of Asmodeus' name would make his normally expressionless persona disappear.
Instead, he would grow further and further wrathful, until he would begin to lose his good sense and decide he needed to hunt down the lustful demon and end their existence for good.
After some hundred thousand years of observing this bizarre and very unhealthy relationship, it was decided by all the immortals of Earth 669 that it would be best if the two interacted with each other as little as possible.