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Sep. 15th, 2010 07:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alexanderwhiteIt happened, as it occasionally did, that Asmodeus fell to mortal hands. He'd explained to Ariel, years prior, that he occasionally was hunted down and his body was destroyed, but that was no reason to fear, no need to worry. He simply would return from Hell, regenerated and ready for another decade or two of delight.
This time it was a half-dozen holy men that found their way into the town and heard the tales of the demon that kept the town rich and flourishing. They came for the demon in the day, assuming that would give them the advantage, but it really didn't - Asmodeus only slept in the hours of dawn. However, he was taken - quicksilver was forced into his system and he became weak, and they took him out to the woods, and disemboweled him, reciting God's Words as he was slowly destroyed. He wasn't sure what happened to Ariel in that time - he assumed that because Ariel was simply a human, the men did nothing to him but likely give him a Godliness lecture.
But that was history. A month had passed since his death and he returned, walking from the place he fell, to his manor, naked, his cold eyes nearly glowing with the inner bitter fire of vengeance. He flung the door open and bellowed for his servants, his dual-toned voice anything but happy. He had to track down a half a dozen priests and taste their blood.
This time it was a half-dozen holy men that found their way into the town and heard the tales of the demon that kept the town rich and flourishing. They came for the demon in the day, assuming that would give them the advantage, but it really didn't - Asmodeus only slept in the hours of dawn. However, he was taken - quicksilver was forced into his system and he became weak, and they took him out to the woods, and disemboweled him, reciting God's Words as he was slowly destroyed. He wasn't sure what happened to Ariel in that time - he assumed that because Ariel was simply a human, the men did nothing to him but likely give him a Godliness lecture.
But that was history. A month had passed since his death and he returned, walking from the place he fell, to his manor, naked, his cold eyes nearly glowing with the inner bitter fire of vengeance. He flung the door open and bellowed for his servants, his dual-toned voice anything but happy. He had to track down a half a dozen priests and taste their blood.
