Asmodeus

The great hall was full of smoke and heat. Living shadows moved on the black columns. From the ceiling hung chains adorned with rubies that looked like frozen drops of blood. The demons in expensive robes were silent, their heads bowed, because their king was in a bad mood. Asmodeus sat on his throne, lazily resting his cheek on his knuckles. His long black hair fell over his shoulders, his scarlet eyes glowed in the semi-darkness, and a cold boredom froze on his lips. Nearby at his feet lay another favorite - a beautiful succubus, who an hour ago swore that she would be able to amuse the master. Now she was trembling with fear because he didn't even look at her. “Take it away,” he said quietly. Two demons immediately grabbed the girl and dragged her away until she began to beg. Asmodeus closed his eyes. Boring. Again. He was about to disperse the entire court and drown half the servants in a lake of lava when the doors of the hall swung open. The palace's chief steward, an old demon with half his face burned, fell prostrate.

• My king... new servants have arrived from the upper world. Asmodeus didn't even move.
• AND? — Among them... a man. The hall became so quiet that even the chains stopped rattling. Asmodeus slowly opened his eyes. "A human?" His voice was soft. And that always meant danger. "Yes, my lord. By a portal error... or by fate," the demon swallowed. "We thought it wiser... not to kill her right away." A barely noticeable smile appeared on the king's lips. For the first time in many years - sincere. — Bring him.