The Great Black King

Chapter • 12

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱

I didn't expect it to be so easy to be with Asmodeus, but when he sat down in front of me and tea was served, it all seemed too ordinary.

Not something creepy like being in casual conversation with one of the scariest and most powerful demons in all of Hell and the novel universe I've read, but like being with a friend from a long, long time.

Was that part of the result of being in Asra's body? A part of her responding to the presence of her best friend?

Well...whatever it was, it was helpful, since in the end I didn't feel pressured as he slumped in his chair like a careless teenager.

"This prince life is so tiring" he grumbled as he stuffed his own mouth with buttery cookies.

Those cookies that the maid always left on the dresser and that somehow the body seemed to hate (even though I considered them partially tasty).

Unlike me, Asmodeus devoured them like a gluttonous child.

"Tiring?" I Asked with a raised eyebrow. It was very brazen of him to say something like