Chapter 17: Beautiful
At the end of a drab hallway, where even the patter of rain sounded ominous, Asmodeus and his subordinates stood motionless.
They were in front of the apartment their victim called home.
Seeing as no one was answering their knocks, Asmodeus opened the door after finding the correct key from the ring and quietly entered.
It was a small house with a bedroom, a kitchen, and a living room. An old brown carpet spread the dust as he walked around.
It was a place for the destitute. But Asmodeus thought it was unusually warm. It wasn’t a good house, but it certainly felt like a good home.
This could not be because of the degenerate gambler he had just executed. No, this warmth came from someone else.
Asmodeus knew who it was.
He walked around the room and paused before a photo frame on the rickety cupboard. With his gloved hands, he picked it up.
For a while—as his subordinates packed bags full of clothes, valuables, and cash to make the disappearance of their victim seem voluntary—Asmodeus stared dazedly at the photo.
His expression remained the same, but his eyes became desirous. Lust was practically dripping from his gaze.
The red-haired woman in the photo hugging the victim was beautiful with full lips and pale skin.