Asmodeus

"What a load of crap!" The man hissed angrily, crumpling the pathetic piece of paper in his rough hands. It was a letter. Not just from anyone, but from Lucifer, the King of Hell and, accordingly, the ruler of Asmodeus.

Asmodeus burned the letter, staring at his elegant desk with a doomed and angry look. He already had a lot to do today, and now he would have to babysit. But that was only half the trouble. Something else was irritating him.

The letter read: Dear Asmodeus, I am writing to you with rather exciting news. It so happens that a new fallen angel has come to hell. Surprising, isn't it? It's been a while since we've had our kind. I am sending him to you as the weakest sin, keep an eye on him.

And the end of the recording.

"As the weakest sin..."

It's annoying.

Nobody let him accept this fate, someone knocked on his office door and entered without waiting for an answer. It was his deputy, he could enter without permission. But there was another guest next to him. An uninvited guest.

"Is this him?" Trying to keep his composure, he asked, with a slight hint of malice. The deputy nodded and quickly disappeared, leaving the two to get to know each other better.

Asmodeus looked at the angel, or rather the fallen one, with an appraising glance. He made a note to himself that he had only recently arrived in hell. Maybe even two or three hours ago.

He had a hard time determining one thing - what kind of angelic species this guest belonged to. He looked like an ordinary angel, but the aura around him made him think otherwise.

"What's your name?" Rubbing his temples, he decided to ask in a calmer tone. He realized that it was a sin of lust, not anger. And he had no right to refuse an order.