𝕆𝔹𝔼𝕐 𝕄𝔼 𝕆ℕ𝔼𝕊ℍ𝕆𝕋𝕊; 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝🦋

🌹𝔸𝕊𝕄𝕆𝕩𝔾ℕ!𝕄ℂ - ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ

Asmo knew that he was not designed for romance,
or feelings,
or love,
or anything of the sort.
He was the embodiment of lust, afterall, not roses and chocolates.
There was a difference and he knew that.

He knew that he couldn't commit one to one,
yet he felt different when he was with you.
All in the same sense though,
he couldn't put his finger on the emotion,
so he waved it off.
Instead of trying to figure out the new feelings you had given him,
he instead found comfort through parties and alcohol and other demons alike.

Asmo knew he couldn't love,
not a demon,
not an angel,
or a human.
He couldn't love anyone,
and he was fine with that.
He's just lustful afterall.

But why is it that when he's with you,
and had that little bit more to drink,
he feels more vulnerable?
and open to you,
more than he has felt with anyone he had previously been with within the millennia he has been alive for.
Yet he still refused even the idea of being in love with you.

Humans had their own traditions, afterall,
he was in no way monogamous like he had heard you telling Simeon months ago.
So, he settled on staying flirty.
Even though he knew he desired you, wanted you more than anything,
he would never take advantage of you.
Flirting was enough.
Asmo knew he wouldn't and couldn't be the perfect lover you had and still wanted.

Which is why his heart stung when he heard you giddly telling Solomon how excited you were to meet him later that day:
Asmo realised you loved him.
Quite frankly, he was afraid.
Yet he didn't blame himself - he's such and exquisite beauty himself.
But he was afraid, almost scared,
because he knew he was going to hurt you.

So when the confession did come from you,
he tried to play it off as a joke,
and just swept right past it and started opening your face mask.
He saw how your eyes were glossed over when he reached up to gently lay the sheet on your face, but your
pursed lips and ocean eyes made his heart ache uncontrollably.
It hurt him to see you like that, knowing it was because he couldn't love, but he didn't blame himself.
He blamed you for falling for him in the first place;
you knew he was lust, not love.
But he still remained as flirty and open with you as ever,
quickly disregarding your feelings in an attempt to keep himself at bay.

Even during your final day in the Devildom,
and your last goodbyes had been said,
he locked eyes with you just before you left and time seemingly stopped for a few, small seconds.
It hit him in that very moment,
the last time he'd ever see you,
your face glowing under the light of the portal, eyes forming into crescents as you sent the 7 a final smile - your last goodbye.
Maybe he did love you.
Maybe.
It had always been maybe.
Too bad that it would always stay at a 'maybe' now, or a 'what-if',
because he was too cowardly to admit to such feelings.
He was the embodiment of lust, afterall.
He doesn't do love,
and he won't do love now,
especially with you gone.