As of late, Azmodeus quite enjoyed sleeping, and considering that he could still cultivate while catching some Z's, he made sure to do so whenever humanly possible. However, the reason behind his sudden liking for sleep was related to the content of his dreams. In these dreams, he would see the silhouette of a woman so beautiful that no words could hope to describe her beauty. This was where the really weird part was, as this beautiful woman did not have just one face. Instead, her beauty was the culmination of the beauty of countless different women. Yet, for the life of him, Azmodeus couldn't make out the appearances of a single one of the women. It was almost like something inside the deepest depths of his existence was preventing him from discerning these women.