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[Asmodeus]

March 14th, 2012.
Forlorn Ashland.
Outside of Obsidian Nexus.

Something about the Forlorn Ashlands was pleasurable, but at the same time, utterly detestable. It was death incarnate, perhaps moreso than her own plagued land in the fact that everything was burned the fuck down a few thousand or so years back. Archdemon temperaments, they happen time from time, like that whole Ice Age ordeal. That made Earth less than a good time's vacation, unless if you're some weirdo into the Yukon or something like that. The furs obtained from the sabertooth were nice, the archsuccubus guessed, but that just didn't cut it. However, much as like the Ice Age, the Ashland had it's weighty cons. It was boring as a dated art gallery, actually, less so than that if one could imagine. And not to mention how utterly dry it was here. Good thing she'd packed some additional lipgloss, or this whole ordeal would've been absolutely fatal. Good Lucifer, how could anybody bare this shit?

The miles one would travel for the sake of pestering. You see, for whatever reason, Beelzebub as she loved to annoying call her brother, hadn't answered any of her call, messages, or, anything for that matter in the last few decades. That was uncalled for. As she remembered, the Lord of Flies failed to even acknowledge her existence during their last meeting. You know, before it was rudely interrupted by King Asshat his holiness. What, did he not like her or something? These thoughts frequented the Hell Princess' mind. Did Beelzebub actually not hate her enough? Indifference, the ultimate form of neglect? No, the succubus wouldn't have that, not at all. And so she found herself in this miserable land, all for the sake of some acknowledgement. Beelzebub probably had good reasons to stay clear of her, as despite her title, she wasn't all that desirable to hang out with. Don't let her see the narrator type that, though.

To avoid getting ashes all over her finely crafted Infernalite (broad term for Belial crafted metal that was just made up) and silk outfit, Asmodeus took to the skies of the land, though that didn't exactly help all that much seeing that the place constantly stormed the dry stuff. At the very least, her rapid wing motions brushed it away and off of her almost as soon as it accumulated. The blue skinned archdemon began to wonder why she was doing this again. She could be blowing up Moloch's computer with adorable kitten pictures, which she knew drove him into "adorable rampages", or possibly sending Lucifer some Bill Cosby raps. Now that, now that would be entertaining. Not getting sand in one's luscious ass-cheeks. Despite this, she kept her flight graceful, as looking good was obviously more important than personal health and well-being.

With a small thud and a large cloud of dust, the archdemon found herself landing right in front of the Obsidian Nexus, but not exactly inside. It was a large volcano, well, the largest but still a mountain of rock. It wasn't the first time this bastion was seen, so Asmodeus didn't spend too much time dwelling on it. "Zeeeeeb." Exactly five sounds of that vowel, perfection. Her echoing and alluring voice would surely ring throughout the halls of the entire bastion, simply by speaking with a little raised voice into the smallest of openings. However, to be obnoxious and for that reason only, her dainty hand knocked on the stone five times in succession, with of course, five seconds of time between each of them. Perfection.

The Duchess of Desire didn't exactly want to raise her voice any higher than that, so she simply followed up this first beckoning and knock with a repeat of the first "Zeeeeeb", and waiting after that a mere five seconds, she would once again speak in seductive tongue, "Come on, it's just me." A bit of frustration, but the archdemon of the Ashland likely already knew she was there from the very moment she entered his sphere. He was...predicting like that. In fact, he'd probably sneak up behind her or some weird shit like that.