Chapter 25: Expression of Awe
The next scene had Asmodeus entering the house of his victim.
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, yet it was unusually warm.
Asmodeus 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.
Asmodeus liked that skin; he liked that flesh. He wanted to snatch, ferociously bite, and tear it apart.
Exhaling a shaky, hot breath from his mouth, he chewed on his lower lip. His watery eyes shook slightly as he was sucked further into the photo alongside his desires.
His fantasies ran rampant, and in anticipation, he bit hard on his lip. It drew blood, but even the pain felt pleasurable.
This was his ecstasy; this was his choice for recreation.