ASMODEUS

A dome of glistening crystal,
Surrounded by creeping vines and wild poisonous flowres
His favourite garden
"I do so love the forsaken ones." His icy smile freezes even the greatest of flames
His abode lies in the deepest layer of hell
Adorned by damned fire and a river of blood
Floating chunks of sinners' flesh, torn apart and strewn for his pleasure
When he walks through his pleasured "garden" under Hell's sky of dense, putrid, smoke.
He laughs, seeng the wild beasts engage in battle and eat their enimies' entrails.
When the sinners are sent to him, he burns their tongues and rips out their lungs.
Then, he throws them in the river, to feed the mutated shaks he pets.
Pain amuses him and Torture entertains him.
He grins, hearing the screams of devilish souls
That are trapped in the web of his flesh eating spiders.


His insane amusement is stopped by only a voice
A voice, as sweet as the wind chimes blown by the fragnant breeze.
"Master!" the voice sings out "Master Asmodeus."
The one voice that reaches the tainted heart of the most cruel excecutioner of Hell.
Asmodeus, one of the seven satans, the devil of wrath.

His madness stops, only by hearing the voice of Graciela, hia favourite attendant.
She was a daughter of the earth, but he had asked her from her father.
his payment for forgiving the old man's sins, even when sent to hell.
"I will not subject you to eternal pain." the demon had said "only if your daughter is mine to have."
And so she was, always by his side.
So beautiful, so perfect, she seems to his filthy heart.
And why should it not?

Graciela, a woman from the mortal realm was the one object of his adoration for his distorted being.
Asmodeus loved his servant, a servant who had not hated him even when he had trapped her in hellish realms.
Away from the Heaven she deserved to enjoy.
"Why do you not hate me?" he wonders "Why do you smile and sing for me even when i have made you a slave?"
He was insanely in love, a thing unheard of in Hell.
And yet, she was untouchable, she was too Pure
Even in the dark pits of hell.
"Is this the way God punishes me?" Asmodeus asks. "giving me a love that is unattainable? if she hears of my love, she will despise and i shall be alone for an eternity."

So he remains silent, and writhes in the agony of his twisted love.
The Lord of Wrath bestows pain, so that he may forget his own suffering in the bloodbath.
Impossible it is , he knows, a futile attempt.
And thus he forever dwells in the prescence of his greatest insanity; one in the form of an innocent mortal.
An insanity even the lord of devils cannot appease.