Asmodeos was eating kebabs with onions, marveling at the fact that this boar had been brought back by Peter.
There was something that had called Asmodeos to Peter back then, as they had been thrifting. Even though the then Dark Lord knew that the man was a hero, he had still wanted him.
But now, as he watched Peter grill his catch, making sure it was well-done, for he had run out of oil and could not fry it anymore, Asmodeos knew that it was time they started a family.
The white-haired necromancer was uncertain as to how he was going to approach the issue. Should he be direct? Demand that they go and adopt?
Or would Peter tell him that they already had Red and Blue, and did not need any more children?
Not to mention that they were the sworn enemies of the spirits above…
And yet, Asmodeos yearned for someone to wake him up with a smile and a twinkle in their eyes.
