The Lord of Wrath's room dawned a heavy atmosphere like ever,
A scent of dread, as Asmodeus walks nearer.
He had rarely visit him ever since he began to mellowed,
He felt a bit embarrassed, as Satan opened the door.
His red eyes seemed to be expecting him,
And when Asmodeus was about to question how he knew,
Satan simply laughed and grinned, "Your steps are loud and distinct,
I raised you, and when it comes to you, I almost know everything,"
The last two words sent chills on his spine,
Satan can look through every lies,
If Asmodeus did not convince him enough,
Would Satan realize his secrets, and plot?
Would he tell Lucifer? Would Satan do that?
Asmodeus fight his urge to gulp, as he told his mind, 'enough,'
He walked in, clearing his throat,
But the moment Satan asked, his thoughts seemed afloat.
His eyes are very distracting, and to look at them too long, could make him drop everything,
Asmodeus paced back and forth the room,
As if inspecting,
But he then stopped when he saw the biggest painting,
A portrait of Satan, and of his younger self, happily playing.
He never knew that after all these years Satan had kept it looking new,
He looked at Satan, who smiles at him, "So, how do you do?"
That caught him off guard, as Satan barely asks him those questions now he's old enough,
So he only looked at the painting more,
Before Satan walked forward, "Oh how you grew up,"
Satan sighs heavily, as he recalls the times he could still lift the demon up,
But now, he's built like a knight, all tall and buff,
The demon of Wrath felt quite proud of his nursing,
Asmodeus once small, now was capable of fighthing.
But his smile was wiped away when Asmodeus returned his gaze,
Soft looking eyes, the fierce warrior he honed had no trace.
He looked too far, far from what he expected him to look at his eyes,
He doesn't look proud, and it sure was a surprise.
"What is the real reason you came here?"
Satan asked, loudly and clear.
He waited patiently, for him to form the words,
But Asmodeus could only end with stutters.
He scratches the back of his head,
As Asmodeus reword his plead,
"Let me convince Azazel with my request,"
"Tell me first, clearly, and I'd try my best,"
His eyes widened in shock, not expecting his reply,
As Satan only sighed, but soon forced himself to smile,
Asmodeus told him then, that he needed to purchase a hybrid,
"I was fascinated by them, of how they are, and how they're built,"
"Ah, that? Azazel can be tricky, but he's still no match for me,
I tried it all before, he'd obey me eventually,
I'd go and talk to him, once he's free,
Just wait till I summon you back,
And that precious hybrid of yours, you will see,"
"I'd actually like to choose who to buy,"
"Ah, no problem. I'll call you by,"
"Thank you Lord Satan, I will never forget this,"
"Hm, you flatter me, Asmodeus. To help my own, I am as pleased,"
Asmodeus was about to walk away after goodbye,
But Satan could no longer stop himself,
And gave a loud cry,
"Wait! Asmodeus, would you spend some time with me?
At least have some wine? Bread? Coffee?"
Asmodeus stopped from his tracks,
As he turned around, and their gazes locked,
For some reason, Asmodeus felt guilty,
Knowing he's hiding secrets, from someone who gave him a new family.
He questions himself there and then, if he's doing the right thing as Satan's son,
If it's worth keeping an angel, who's mean and dunce.
He remembered Sellena however, and though it pained him to lie to his father,
He hid it all with a smile, as he agreed to spend some time together.
Satan led him to a soft chair,
as he snaps his fingers,
Demon maids came out of nowhere,
As they placed plates, and utensils of gold and silver.
The food then arrived shortly,
And Asmodeus and Satan had rather caught up quickly,
Satan did forget about his worries for a while,
He missed talking to Asmodeus,
And dreaded the time he'd say goodbye.
Their wine glass clanged as they bumped them together,
Celebrating, as new worlds they succeed to conquer.
Despite their happy cheers and laughs,
Lucifer was on another room,
Not satisfied enough.
Since Michael was the only archangel caught,
He still feels sleepless till the remaining six are caught,
He called upon Haborym, who quickly came to aid him,
"Our search missions? How has it been?"
"They are quite tricky,
Some said they returned to heaven but may come back eventually,
The humans however, are nowhere to be seen as well,
They may have hid them, under an invisible shell.
However, it's rare that the angels are doing nothing,"
"I know, that is why peace like this had me suffocating,
Do your thing! Send all legions if you must!
Just bring them all to me! And I'd end them all in one blast!"
Haborym felt unsettled, but he still followed his unreasonable orders,
For he know well, that if he don't then he'd rather kill him after.
There was paranoia in his eyes, and despite his proud stature, was clearly terrified,
He knew all well that God is not sleeping,
As long as there is good, his plans can be foiled and be turned to nothing.
Such thought made him angry that his glass of wine shattered into pieces,
So long as heaven exists, he can't do anything he pleases.
He had done so much, lost a lot,
Simply losing, he simply can't.
"Make sure you find them, tell them I'd execute Michael if they don't come out of their hiding place,
Tell this to all spirits you encounter, I won't stop till I have it my way...
They won't fool me. I know well they won't give up that simply,
So just do what you do best, they'd come out eventually,"
The glass was quickly swept by a she-demon,
But Lucifer kicked her out, "Can't you see, we're still talking? You moron!"
Haborym winced at the scene,
As Lucifer continued to be mean.
He pulled her hair and let the glass hit her face,
"Learn to have manners, and follow what I say!"
Lucifer was irritable, that his voice continued to raise,
The demon then left them be, but on her way toppled a vase.
The blood on her forehead prevented her from seeing such,
But Lucifer paid no mind, and began to be harsh,
He sliced her arms as Haborym, watched, motionless,
Lucifer's anger was vent unto the poor little mistress.
...
Her screams echoed throughout,
and it made every demon near quickly run out,
Not one dare help the poor demon begging for help,
All were but worried for no one but themselves.
Facing Lucifer had never cross their minds,
So whenever he mistreats lower ranks, those who see would turn blind,
No one should play hero, or be fed to his wolves,
Danger is what awaits to those who are bold.
Lucifer finally stops when the fresh red blood of the demon trickled his cheeks,
That was the point, he rose up from his feet.
He then felt awful distaste when he saw her spilling blood on his carpet,
So he asked his other maids to scrub it.
"Make sure nothing's left,"
Lucifer said, his eyes marked a threat.
The maidens quickly followed,
As they beg that he leaves them alone,
They scrub the dirty carpet,
From night till dawn.
But no matter what they do,
There's always something left,
They felt their hearts beating fast,
Their fates had been set.
Their fingers were almost broken,
As their sleepy eyes now swollen,
But the stains seemed permanent,
There's always some dots of blood that are still apparent.
They cried and beg Lucifer spare them at morning,
But truth be told, they know they'd be dying,
And the moment Lucifer entered his room again,
He saw the two demons, had already killed themselves.
They had drunk the cleaning soap,
It was a more peaceful death, than be hit by his burning rope,
But Lucifer felt angry since their corpse had already stunk,
So he asked another set of maids to throw them
in a burning tank.
He sat down his table,
Lacking remorse, lacking guilt,
But even with all the power he had,
When he looked at the mirror, he clenched his teeth.
He looked desperate, looked vulnerable,
Despite the tales of horrors, of what he is capable,
He seems...so weak, so fragile, so...imperfect.
The sudden urge to inflict hurt on others rushed to his mind,
So he called Satan quickly, to have a feast and a show combined.
He wanted to ease his beating chest,
Wanted to assure that he's still better than the rest.
He wanted to let the humans see that hope is a dream,
That all that awaits them, is death as they scream,
The last thing they'd yell, is his name, is his mercy,
As he lets them play his game, face not even hinting that he's sorry.