I looked over at Lucifer, who merely listened in before his eyes caught mine. He looked a little sad, but he smiled slightly. Feeling encouraged, I thought long and hard about the kinds of questions I wanted to ask Asmodeus. There was so much I did not know. About myself, my mother, and there was even more I wanted to know about him. What am I exactly? Where do I fall on the scale of beings like Angels, demons, and humans?
“All those years ago, myself and several others ended up cast out of Heaven to rule Hell next to Lucifer. The more powerful we were, the stronger our brand, that is… what sin we committed, they marked us with.” I watched as he pulled his shirt off before turning his back to me. “This is my brand. The mark given to those Angels that have committed the sin of Lust.”
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