“You will do no such thing.” He finally spoke, throwing off his cloak and snapping his finger. “Never again will anyone define her by her mother’s wrongdoings. Nor will I allow for anyone to use her because of it either.”
A few of their eyes widened at his appearance, for atop his head sat two demonic horns, a complete black color compared to his own reddish-brown hair. Spread out behind him were four dark, bat-like wings, tense and ready to move. His narrowed blue eyes watched the movements of the people before him. Both above and below them, moans of pleasure began, as people came under the effect of his magic.
“L-lord…” another witch started; eyes wide as they tried to resist. “Lord Asmodeus…”
“A holy night for you, former followers of Mother Michelle. After all, ‘tis the night the
