The Writer
I'm going to keep this short and sweet. I've been roleplaying for over twenty years and I am a novice writer. I'm a woman with an absolute passion and love for taking a character and developing them deeply and would love to find a long-term writing partner. I've had some writing partners who have lasted years alongside of me and it is always so much fun! I am a Discord user and don't mind bantering, discussing or just chatting OOC there as well. I am looking for an outlet specifically to use my character below in different storylines for fun and/or to expand on her character development. There isn't much that bothers me when it comes to writing but all things considered can be discussed and I am open to ideas and storylines.
Common FAQs
Why do you write so much?
Listen… I have been writing since I was 10 and I’m now in my 30s and this is really the only hobby I put as much time and energy into enjoying and therefore… I just write a lot. I often worry I write too much but I’ve accepted that a long time ago and although I worry it’s too much for most people, I’ve been lucky enough to find a solid writing partner who happily puts up with my writing replies like chapters of stories which has allowed me to really further our storyline and further devlop Ash as a whole.
How long have you been roleplaying?
20+ years.
How’d you get into roleplaying?
I actually didn’t know I was roleplaying. Someone put a name to it and I just never stopped. It’s my creative outlet of choice and I love it.
Where do you draw inspiration from?
TALK ABOUT A LOADED QUESTION WITH LOADED ANSWERS. I draw from everything. Mostly music and things I read/watch. A lot of what I come up with is just stuff I think about when I’m going about my day (Jonah’s writer often gets phone calls or messages from me going: OH MY GOD I NEED YOU TO LISTEN TO THIS IDEA!) and I often just come up with things. Sometimes I might use AI to come up with ideas for technicalities or to help fill plotholes in ideas but 98% is just things I listen, read and watch and just my own ideas that float around in my head.
Are you accepting storylines?
Yes! I’m always looking for new writers who want to explore storylines with.
How often are you online?
At least once a day, most days. Some days due to scheduling or just sheer exhaustion, I pop in on site, check things, and log back off. I’m on Discord daily, at least mobile but actually being at my computer, at least once a day, sometimes twice a day if time permits.
If you’ve read this far, thank you. I appreciate anyone who takes the time to read through my content and I welcome anyone who wishes to discuss any sort of stories with me!
List of genres I enjoy using in my writing. Anything with a plus are favorites. Anything in Blue is a total craving.
- Historical +
- High/Low Fantasy +
- Mythology +
- Supernatural/Preternatural +
- Romance +
- Folklore +
- Action
- Adventure +
- Horror
- Biblical/Religion +
- Drama +
- Urban
- Lite Fandom
- Fairytale/Fables +
- Dark/Gothic +
- Fandom
- AU Fandom +
- Smut/Erotica +
- Celebrities
List of Favorite Tropes (Anything bold and Blue is what I'm craving)
- Love Triangles
- Dom/sub Relationships - MC being the sub
- Tops/bottom Relationships - MC being the bottom
- Enemies to Lovers
- Forbidden Love
- Love at First Sight
- Friends to Lovers
- Secrets
- Physical Differences - Taller & muscular men paired with shorter & petite women
- Older/Experienced Men vs Younger/Inexperienced Women
- Villains Becoming Heroes
- Heroes Becoming Villains
- Good Vs Evil
- War
- Conflict
- Long Distance Traveling
- Dysfunctional Families/Relationships
- Toxic Relationships
- Dramatic Reveals
- Red Herrings
- The Other Man/Woman/Cheating
- Forced Proximity
- The Pure and the Promiscuous
- Forced Marriage
- Unexpected Love Interest
- Fated Mates
- Roller Coaster Relationships
List of traits commonly found in my characters
- Females (always)
- Submissive
- Ages 20s - 40s
- Intelligent
- Stubborn
- Powerful
- Torn
- Damaged
- Nurturing
- Feisty
- Emotional
- Sexually Active
- Curious
- Persistent
- Independent
- Passionate
- Flirty
- Teasing
- Self-Aware
- Vulnerable
- Gritty
- Beautiful
Lists of "Ons". (Anyting in Blue and bold is a craving!)
- Dominant Partners - My characters tend to be sexually submissive but I will rarely include this where it’s such a focal point that the entire story revolves around this. This is only sexual and not for story purposes!
- Dub-Con - This has recently become a TOTAL on for me. I love forbidden relationships where they know it’s wrong but they can’t stop one another
- Non-Con - Needs to add to the story - not so much for pleasure.
- Handjobs - This includes fingering
- Toys - This includes dildos, plugs and contact toys like whips and rods of sorts
- Anal
- Foreplay
- Multiple Partners - Really, no more than two at a time for my character or else it starts to feel lost
- Oral - Giving and reciving
- Sexy Apparel/Lingerie
- Praise - All of my girls have a praise kink
- Pain - Nothing extreme where it's intentional pain. It would be more like spanking/paddling, nipple clamps, clawing, biting, etc. Anything intended to induce light pain to intensify pleasure but never just for the hell of it
- Vaginal
- Size difference - This is a MAJOR on! I love playing short/petite women against tall/broad men. This includes very large appendages.
- Toxic relationships - I love the fire and intensity in the relationships
- Edging
- Possessive/Jealous/Protective - If your character is totally protective to the point he/she can be violent in her honor, yeeessss
- Over abundance/Messy - Meaning lots of spit, cum, fluids, sloppy sex and kisses included
- Talking dirty
- Emotional Relationships/sex - Love Love Love when strings are attached
- Risky Business - Sex in places it shouldn't happen? Yes please!
- Forbidden relationships
- Lite Incest - This is special scenarios only
- Aftercare - Please play with MCs hair and cuddle the fuck out of her
- Love-Hate relationships
- Pregnancy - Including for "breeding" purposes buuuuuut, I love the unplanned/unwanted pregnancies to throw couples through a loop
- Knife Play
- Mirrors - Force my character to watch something being done or force her to watch herself in the mirror
List of "Maybes"
- Beastiality - As I've said before, YC has to have human parts, be more human than animal/other specie for me to even consider but I’m not going to lie, I generally will protest this.
- Incest - As stated above, special scenarios only
- Alien Sex - Like with beastiality, you'd have to be more human than alien
- Humiliation
- Blood Play - Reserved for things like vampires and such
List of "Offs"
- Breast Expansion/Lactation Play
- Feeding/Weight Gain/Obesity
- Fisting
- Scat/Toilet Stuff
- Vore/Torture
- Excessive Body hair
- Necrophilia
- Bimbofication
- Feet stuff
- MxM - I just don't write as a male
- Anime/Cartoon - You’ll never see me use an anime or cartoon face - no will I roleplay with someone who’s character is anime. The closest thing is a drawn/artistic/realistic concept. And that’s only if you sell me enough on an idea. I use real faces - preferably actors
The Character
Basic Information:
Full Name: Asmodea
Age: Two Millennia
Born: Created by God (That she knows of!)
Gender: Female
Title(s): Princess, Sultana, Demon, Fallen Angel, Lucifer's Weapon
Nickname(s): Ash
Alias(s): Asherah Demir
Species: Demon
Speciality: Wrath and Lust
Relationship Status: Depends on Story
Height: 5'4"
Hair | Eyes: Hair color varies between black, brown and red | Brown or red
Race/Nationality: Fallen Angel-Demon/Turkish
Occupation: Princess of Hell, Lucifer's Left hand/Weapon
Known Family: Asmodeus (Twin Brother), Sabira (Daughter)
Ash's History:
Origins and Purpose
Asmodea, often known by her chosen human alias Asherah Demir and familiarly addressed as Ash, was created as the celestial twin of Asmodel (later called Asmodeus). In the order of Heaven, she was conceived as the living embodiment of love, a divine counterpart to her brother’s ordained role as the spirit of patience. Together, they represented harmony, balance, and the tempering of passion with endurance.
The Fracture of Heaven
This harmony was shattered during the Great Rebellion, when Lucifer Morningstar and his host defied the throne of God. Asmodel, bound by loyalty and driven by pride, descended alongside Lucifer, severing his bond with the heavenly host. For Asmodea, the loss of her twin was an anguish that pierced deeper than any sword. Though she endured for a season, her grief proved unbearable. To live without her brother was, to her, a torment more grievous than damnation itself. Thus, by her own will, she abandoned grace and chose the path of the fallen.
Transformation and Fall
With her descent, Asmodea’s essence was unmade and remade. No longer the angel of love, she became the embodiment of wrath and lust, her once-pure devotion transfigured into fire and desire. In Hell, she was elevated to the rank of demonic royalty, her power both feared and coveted. Known widely as the Princess of Ire, she holds dominion over the infernal realm of the same name, standing at her brother’s side as its sovereign overseer.
Role Within the Infernal Hierarchy
Though granted a seat upon Hell’s Great Council, Asmodea has never been afforded true equality. Lucifer, who treats her less as kin and more as a weapon, exploits her dominion over wrath and lust to serve his designs. She is deployed as his instrument in acts of corruption, seduction, and destruction. Her brother Asmodeus seeks to shield her where he may, but even his influence cannot always defy the will of their dark sovereign.
Tebrius – Father Time
In the centuries following her fall, Asmodea encountered one whose dominion even the fallen held in awe: Tebrius, the Primordial Deity of Time. Known throughout creation as unyielding and beyond the reach of mortal or immortal desire, Tebrius was considered incorruptible, immune to the charms of flesh or spirit. Yet it was Asmodea transfigured into the Princess of Wrath and Lust who accomplished what none before her could. Through her allure and her relentless will, she pierced even the defenses of the ageless deity. Their union, though born of seduction rather than love, would forever alter the strands of eternity.
From this union came Sabira, daughter of fire and time, whose birth echoed through both Hell and the eternal planes. Asmodea bore her with the fierce devotion that marked all her attachments, while Tebrius, though distant by nature, discovered in her a rare and tender bond. Though love never took root between Asmodea and Tebrius, respect did, and in the years of their shared parenthood, he became one of her truest allies an anchor against the consuming tides of Hell.
When Sabira reached her maturity, Tebrius called her into his own plane, declaring her his heir and the sole inheritor of his vast dominion over the rivers of time and the expanse of space. The request was both a necessity and an inevitability: for Tebrius, timeless though he was, required a successor to steady the endless, growing currents of eternity. Though the parting was painful, Asmodea relinquished her daughter, knowing Sabira’s destiny lay beyond the confines of Hell. Thus, Sabira now resides within the infinite kingdom known as Tempus, both a bridge between her parents’ worlds and a figure whose eventual return may alter the balance of Heaven, Hell, and Time itself.
The Death That Changed Her
After the departure of Sabira to Tempus, the realm of her father Tebrius, Asmodea’s life in Hell shifted under the hand of Lucifer. At first, her role was subtle: she was commanded to weave temptation among the fallen angels and the exiled who lingered upon Earth. Many submitted to Lucifer’s banner without resistance, yet others required persuasion, and it was Ash who bore the burden of that task. Over time, her duty extended to mortals as well seductions carried out not from necessity, but for Lucifer’s amusement. Though obedient for a season, Ash’s spirit flared against such indignity. At last she confronted the Morningstar, declaring that she was no mere weapon to be wielded at his whim.
It was then that their bond deepened. Drawn to her fire, Lucifer answered her defiance not with wrath but with desire, and what began as a clash of wills became a hidden union. Their intimacy grew in secrecy, a bond forged in the shadows of war, until Asmodea conceived a child. For the first time since their fall, hope stirred within the Great Council. This child Demir was to be the firstborn of demonkind, an heir of both wrath and pride, proof that the fallen might yet create as their Maker once did.
But hope is fleeting in the realms of Hell. When Demir was but a month old, an angel of Heaven pierced Lucifer’s defenses, infiltrating the heart of his dominion. The infant heir was struck down in his cradle before his parents’ eyes. In a storm of fury, Asmodea slew the intruder, while Lucifer desperately sought to preserve the child’s fading spark. Yet their efforts were in vain. Demir’s death shattered them both, severing the bond they had cherished. From that day forward, their union became strictly platonic, their desires buried beneath grief and mistrust.
Ash never forgave Lucifer for the breach that led to her son’s death, holding him accountable for the angel’s incursion into Hell itself. Yet she preserved Demir’s memory in her own way. To honor him, she took his name as her mortal alias, calling herself Asherah Demir, that her son’s legacy might endure, even as his body lay cold.
The War for Bloodlines
In the present age, a revelation has unsettled the balance of the eternal war: the discovery of humans bearing dormant traces of demonic blood. Long dismissed as diluted beyond awakening, these bloodlines have been found to yet harbor the capacity for power. If stirred through ritual, such mortals may reclaim their infernal heritage. Lucifer, perceiving in this the makings of an army, has ordered the gathering of these chosen humans. His plans, however, were not veiled from Heaven, and so begins a race between divine and damned to claim the children of both angelic and demonic lineage.
It is Asmodea who has been tasked with this work. Her charge is to walk among mortals under the guise of Asherah Demir—seducing, ensnaring, and leading the chosen into the depths of Hell. There, in Lucifer’s presence, they are delivered unto the ritual that awakens their blood. Thus, Asmodea serves as both herald and hunter, the blade hidden in the shadow of her brother’s fall, and the fire by which Lucifer hopes to set the world aflame.
Potential Ideas
Below I have listed some potential ideas and/or pairings to explore for this character. These are just ideas and can be changed, altered and discussed to fit our needs/wants for a storyline. I'm very open to ideas and I feel like I'm very easy to collaborate with! Feel free to message me with any inquiries. I will also update with ideas as they come.
Ideal Pairings:
Ash/Lucifer
Ash/OC Demon
Ash/OC Angel
Ash/OC Other
Ash/OC Human
Ideas:
Maybe I'm Just Meant To Trip
YC:
Lucifer
Suggested FC:
Alexander Dreymon
Plot:
I would love to explore the relationship Ash had/has with Lucifer. They once fought side by side as angels. He fell with the first seven (including Ash's twin brother Asmodeus) and for a few centuries, they were apart. However, when Ash chose to fall from grace, the Lucifer she knew was long gone and she was in for a very rude awakening when Asmodeus found her. Ash went from being an angel, to a fallen angel to a demon because of Lucifer's handling of her. He groomed and nurtured her for some time, taught her the new power she possessed. While her brother became Lucifer's right hand, his most trusted and highest ranking advisor, Lucifer turned Ash into his left hand - his greatest weapon. She began to doubt her choice to fall and become what she had and slowly began to hate Lucifer as his handling of her became darker, crueler and more violent as she tried to defy every order he gave. There was a time when you could have guessed she loved him but the time came and went with the death of their son - at his own hands. We could explore anything in this Storyline and even alter things if the ideas work well enough.
My Thoughts Are Loud But I Lost My Voice
YC:
OC Demon
Suggested FC:
Any
Plot:
I've always had an idea that Ash would defy Lucifer's wants for her and either fall in love with a lower level demon or even a higher level demon (like a vampire, hell hound or maybe one of his heirs or one of the demon council members). Depending on your choice/preference for your character, we could discuss a potential plot that fits the both of us. A lower level demon, I could see it being someone who may be an "earth dweller", meaning someone who has only ever lived on earth but knows of hell's hierarchy and may even have heard of Ash. Could be an up-hill battle to try and find grounds that Lucifer would ever release his weapon completely to someone who he doesn't feel is a right fit for her. For an heir of his or even an upper level demon, it could be someone who had watched Ash's fall beneath Lucifer and could have been put on a mission together that becomes something that forms into love and suddenly they've abandoned their mission to try and figure out how they are ever going to convince Lucifer to allow them to be together. Again, these are just some ideas to potentially throw out there but I'm open to your own ideas too!
If The Chaos Feels Like Home, At Least I'll Never Feel Alone
YC:
OC Angel
Suggested FC:
Any
Plot:
You are an angel that once walked alongside Ash in heaven. You may have even loved her and vice versa but Ash fell and you thought she would never survive the fall or would have become a lost soul under Lucifer's thumb. However, one day, you cross paths again but the Ash you once knew and/or loved, is no longer the angel you once knew. She still is beautiful and radian but there is something darker there that impassable. Sworn enemies and yet, you find your paths crossing often and what evolved from love to hatred suddenly becomes interest and before you know it, you both are wrapped in a love affair that was unexpected and yet so incredibly undeniable. Suddenly, you need her more than anything. This would be a lot about navigating a secret relationship that suddenly is something that can no longer be hidden. Again, this is just an idea and I'm open to your own thoughts and ideas on the matter!
Ideal Pairings:
Ash/Lucifer
Ash/OC Demon
Ash/OC Angel
Ash/OC Other
Ash/OC Human
Ideas:
Maybe I'm Just Meant To Trip
YC:
Lucifer
Suggested FC:
Alexander Dreymon
Plot:
I would love to explore the relationship Ash had/has with Lucifer. They once fought side by side as angels. He fell with the first seven (including Ash's twin brother Asmodeus) and for a few centuries, they were apart. However, when Ash chose to fall from grace, the Lucifer she knew was long gone and she was in for a very rude awakening when Asmodeus found her. Ash went from being an angel, to a fallen angel to a demon because of Lucifer's handling of her. He groomed and nurtured her for some time, taught her the new power she possessed. While her brother became Lucifer's right hand, his most trusted and highest ranking advisor, Lucifer turned Ash into his left hand - his greatest weapon. She began to doubt her choice to fall and become what she had and slowly began to hate Lucifer as his handling of her became darker, crueler and more violent as she tried to defy every order he gave. There was a time when you could have guessed she loved him but the time came and went with the death of their son - at his own hands. We could explore anything in this Storyline and even alter things if the ideas work well enough.
My Thoughts Are Loud But I Lost My Voice
YC:
OC Demon
Suggested FC:
Any
Plot:
I've always had an idea that Ash would defy Lucifer's wants for her and either fall in love with a lower level demon or even a higher level demon (like a vampire, hell hound or maybe one of his heirs or one of the demon council members). Depending on your choice/preference for your character, we could discuss a potential plot that fits the both of us. A lower level demon, I could see it being someone who may be an "earth dweller", meaning someone who has only ever lived on earth but knows of hell's hierarchy and may even have heard of Ash. Could be an up-hill battle to try and find grounds that Lucifer would ever release his weapon completely to someone who he doesn't feel is a right fit for her. For an heir of his or even an upper level demon, it could be someone who had watched Ash's fall beneath Lucifer and could have been put on a mission together that becomes something that forms into love and suddenly they've abandoned their mission to try and figure out how they are ever going to convince Lucifer to allow them to be together. Again, these are just some ideas to potentially throw out there but I'm open to your own ideas too!
If The Chaos Feels Like Home, At Least I'll Never Feel Alone
YC:
OC Angel
Suggested FC:
Any
Plot:
You are an angel that once walked alongside Ash in heaven. You may have even loved her and vice versa but Ash fell and you thought she would never survive the fall or would have become a lost soul under Lucifer's thumb. However, one day, you cross paths again but the Ash you once knew and/or loved, is no longer the angel you once knew. She still is beautiful and radian but there is something darker there that impassable. Sworn enemies and yet, you find your paths crossing often and what evolved from love to hatred suddenly becomes interest and before you know it, you both are wrapped in a love affair that was unexpected and yet so incredibly undeniable. Suddenly, you need her more than anything. This would be a lot about navigating a secret relationship that suddenly is something that can no longer be hidden. Again, this is just an idea and I'm open to your own thoughts and ideas on the matter!
Writing Samples
Below I've included some of my more recent writing samples.
Ash knew that bringing up the idea of hiding, of running wasn't viable nor reasonable. Her brows turned upward slightly at the center of her eyes as she listened to Jonah. It was a thought she allowed herself to say out loud and listening to him talk of what he wanted, the future that had suddenly become a yearning for Ash, how they both wanted the same future and shared in that sentiment made her heart thud heavily in her chest. She felt like it was so close she could almost taste it.
Nodding her head, Ash leaned into Jonah's soft kiss, returning it with as much admiration and love as she could in the quick kiss. She left him with a small smile on her lips before sighing and picking up her fork. "I know. Lets just enjoy the time we still have." She smiled a little bit bigger and nodded her head again, "Deal, hayatim. Deal."
After finishing their meal, Ash took Eden out into the yard for a few minutes before coming back in. She kissed Jonah quickly before retreating upstairs to the bathroom so she could shower after he offered to do the dishes. Luckily for him, the meal she made required one pan, a cutting board and few utensils, other than their plates and forks.
In the shower, Ash was running her fingers through her curls, rubbing the shampoo into her scalp when she felt the ring on her finger glow. It stung her skin and she quickly pulled her hand down as if to pull away from the pain. Her eyes gazed down at her finger, watching the steam puff up from the ring as it glowed through the white suds of her shampoo on her hand. She winced and put her other hand over it, rubbing it in circles and twisting it on her finger so that the pain wasn't concentrated in one point before it settled again.
Lucifer's call. He was getting anxious.
Ash's eyes glanced through the shower door to the door to the bathroom where she could see the shadows of Jonah moving around. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She knew she needed to buy some time. He wasn't ready yet. It wasn't time for him to lay eyes on his father and she knew it.
Finishing up in the shower, Ash quickly left the shower, steam filtering out behind her. She walked into the bathroom with just the gray towel around her body to find Jonah putting his clothes away after she had offered him space among her things to store his clothes. She watched him for a moment. Even in just a mundane task like putting laundry away, he still somehow looked like a god in his own right. His face relaxed, muscles soft and body calm. The thought of giving everything to this man was terrifying but in the quiet of the moment, it was almost like reassurance to her that she was making the right choice.
Ash swallowed the growing lump in her throat and took a deep breath before walking over to the dresser to stand beside him. She pulled open a drawer and pulled a few items out. "I need to go to him," Ash said softly, calmly. Her body turned without looking at Jonah, laying the items on the edge of the messy bed. "He used the beacon on the ring to summon me. If I don't go, he'll come himself and you're not ready."
Something in Ash's voice was stern, as if the softness that Jonah had been growing used to over the past few days had drained from her. She wasn't attempting to be mean or cold to him but she knew if she went to Lucifer with a smile on her lips, it would be too suspicious.
"What?" Jonah asked as he turned to look at Ash from behind. "Why?"
Ash turned, her dark wet curls swinging against her back as she did so. "I'm taking too long."
Jonah stepped over to Ash apprehensively as he watched the coldness in her eyes. He hesitated but pressed his hands to her shoulders, "I'm going with ye," Jonah insisted.
Shaking her head, Ash didn't bring her eyes to meet his. "No. Absolutely not. You'll stay here. Keep the animals company. I will tend to him." When she finally brought her dark gaze up to meet his, some of the softness returned. "I need to buy us time, Jonah."
Jonah shook his head, "I won't let ye go alone, Ash." He brought one of his hands up to cup her cheek softly, his thumb stroking her cheek.
"You have to," Ash replied quietly. She lifted her hand to hold onto his wrist. "You're not ready. There's no plan for this. You said it yourself, my love. We need a plan. This isn't a plan, baby. This is me - going to Lucifer and seeing what the hell he wants and trying to give us time."
Sighing, Jonah closed his eyes and leaned in, pressing his forehead to hers gently. "I'm sorry," he apologized. "I don't like it. I don't like the idea of ye goin' by yerself." He revealed as his chest heaved another breath.
"I know," she whispered. Ash moved her hands to his arms, rubbing them with her smooth, soft hands as a comfort. "I won't be gone long. Maybe just the evening. Time moves differently there. It might feel like days for me but you'll sleep the night and in the morning I'll return," She assured him.
"Sleep? Ye think I'll be sleepin' while yer down with my father?" He asked before huffing an uneasy laugh. "I'll probably still be awake... just... waiting."
Ash pulled him against her, her hands resting against his lower back and pressed her cheek to his chest just above his heart. "Sleep, Jonah. I'll be fine. The worst it will be is a status report, maybe a council meeting or two, stop to chat with my brother and I'll be back. The foundry is my domain and I need to be sure it's running. Asmodeus can only do so much without me." She explained, mentioning her brother. She lifted her head from his chest, leaning up on her toes to kiss him gently - a soft, reverent kiss that silently graced him with her love. "I need you here. I need you safe." She murmured against his lips before pulling back to look up into his crystalline eyes. "Trust me," she said softly. She lifted her palm to his cheek. "Rest. If you can' sleep, utilize the basement. Or use the gym down the hall and workout. Whatever you need. I also have cable." The last statement garnered a little chuckle from him and she matched with her own soft giggle.
Jonah lifted his hand, pressing against the back of her hand on his face, "Come home to me, Ash. Promise me."
"I promise. Nothing will keep me away. Not even your father. I promise, I'll be home by morning, baby," she said softly. Jonah pulled her in suddenly, deeply kissing her. It was desperate, a pleading kiss, one that begged for her safe and quick return, one that quietly told her to return to him. Her own gesture within was a promise that she would.
When they parted, the air in the home grew thick and heavy with tension. Ash quickly dried her hair, ensuring her natural curl was kinky and voluminous the way she was expected. She pulled on the long black dress with a slit from her upper-thigh down and cutouts at the sides. She touched her face with some makeup and pulled on a pair of black heels before she found Jonah down the hall in the same room where they had spent their first evening together in the house. He was pouring himself a drink and she sighed, standing in the doorway as he looked up. His eyes suddenly narrowed at her.
"I can't go in leggings and a t-shirt or he'll rip the clothes right off me as punishment," Ash said sternly. She could see the disapproval in his eyes, across his face as his jaw feathered beneath his ear. "I just wanted to see you one more time before I left."
Jonah sighed, placing the glass down on the bar. Ash approached slowly and bent down to scratch Eden behind her ear before standing up to look at him again.
"Makes me blood boil, Ash. I can't help it," Jonah sighed. Ash moved beside him, wrapping her arms around his waist. He lifted his arm and wrapped it around her while pressing his cheek to the top of her head.
"I know, aşkim." She pressed her face into the crook of his neck. "He won't touch me. If he's summoning me, it's matter related. I'll be home before sun up." She whispered into his neck.
Ash left a soft trail of kisses under his ear before lifting her hand, turning his head towards her. She pressed her lips to his, pouring every little bit of love, feeling and emotion into it, promising him silently once more to return untouched and safely. "I love you," she whispered against his lips.
"I love ye," He said softly.
Reluctantly, after looking at him for a long moment, Ash stepped back. She began walking toward the door, rolling her shoulders as the smog and dust of black smoke engulfed her before she disappeared completely leaving a mist of black where she last stepped.
Jonah looked down at Eden and sighed as the dog pressed her body against his leg. Jonah picked up the glass, his eyes glued to the space where Ash was, "I know, Eden. I don't like it anymore than ye do, lassy."
Nodding her head, Ash leaned into Jonah's soft kiss, returning it with as much admiration and love as she could in the quick kiss. She left him with a small smile on her lips before sighing and picking up her fork. "I know. Lets just enjoy the time we still have." She smiled a little bit bigger and nodded her head again, "Deal, hayatim. Deal."
After finishing their meal, Ash took Eden out into the yard for a few minutes before coming back in. She kissed Jonah quickly before retreating upstairs to the bathroom so she could shower after he offered to do the dishes. Luckily for him, the meal she made required one pan, a cutting board and few utensils, other than their plates and forks.
In the shower, Ash was running her fingers through her curls, rubbing the shampoo into her scalp when she felt the ring on her finger glow. It stung her skin and she quickly pulled her hand down as if to pull away from the pain. Her eyes gazed down at her finger, watching the steam puff up from the ring as it glowed through the white suds of her shampoo on her hand. She winced and put her other hand over it, rubbing it in circles and twisting it on her finger so that the pain wasn't concentrated in one point before it settled again.
Lucifer's call. He was getting anxious.
Ash's eyes glanced through the shower door to the door to the bathroom where she could see the shadows of Jonah moving around. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She knew she needed to buy some time. He wasn't ready yet. It wasn't time for him to lay eyes on his father and she knew it.
Finishing up in the shower, Ash quickly left the shower, steam filtering out behind her. She walked into the bathroom with just the gray towel around her body to find Jonah putting his clothes away after she had offered him space among her things to store his clothes. She watched him for a moment. Even in just a mundane task like putting laundry away, he still somehow looked like a god in his own right. His face relaxed, muscles soft and body calm. The thought of giving everything to this man was terrifying but in the quiet of the moment, it was almost like reassurance to her that she was making the right choice.
Ash swallowed the growing lump in her throat and took a deep breath before walking over to the dresser to stand beside him. She pulled open a drawer and pulled a few items out. "I need to go to him," Ash said softly, calmly. Her body turned without looking at Jonah, laying the items on the edge of the messy bed. "He used the beacon on the ring to summon me. If I don't go, he'll come himself and you're not ready."
Something in Ash's voice was stern, as if the softness that Jonah had been growing used to over the past few days had drained from her. She wasn't attempting to be mean or cold to him but she knew if she went to Lucifer with a smile on her lips, it would be too suspicious.
"What?" Jonah asked as he turned to look at Ash from behind. "Why?"
Ash turned, her dark wet curls swinging against her back as she did so. "I'm taking too long."
Jonah stepped over to Ash apprehensively as he watched the coldness in her eyes. He hesitated but pressed his hands to her shoulders, "I'm going with ye," Jonah insisted.
Shaking her head, Ash didn't bring her eyes to meet his. "No. Absolutely not. You'll stay here. Keep the animals company. I will tend to him." When she finally brought her dark gaze up to meet his, some of the softness returned. "I need to buy us time, Jonah."
Jonah shook his head, "I won't let ye go alone, Ash." He brought one of his hands up to cup her cheek softly, his thumb stroking her cheek.
"You have to," Ash replied quietly. She lifted her hand to hold onto his wrist. "You're not ready. There's no plan for this. You said it yourself, my love. We need a plan. This isn't a plan, baby. This is me - going to Lucifer and seeing what the hell he wants and trying to give us time."
Sighing, Jonah closed his eyes and leaned in, pressing his forehead to hers gently. "I'm sorry," he apologized. "I don't like it. I don't like the idea of ye goin' by yerself." He revealed as his chest heaved another breath.
"I know," she whispered. Ash moved her hands to his arms, rubbing them with her smooth, soft hands as a comfort. "I won't be gone long. Maybe just the evening. Time moves differently there. It might feel like days for me but you'll sleep the night and in the morning I'll return," She assured him.
"Sleep? Ye think I'll be sleepin' while yer down with my father?" He asked before huffing an uneasy laugh. "I'll probably still be awake... just... waiting."
Ash pulled him against her, her hands resting against his lower back and pressed her cheek to his chest just above his heart. "Sleep, Jonah. I'll be fine. The worst it will be is a status report, maybe a council meeting or two, stop to chat with my brother and I'll be back. The foundry is my domain and I need to be sure it's running. Asmodeus can only do so much without me." She explained, mentioning her brother. She lifted her head from his chest, leaning up on her toes to kiss him gently - a soft, reverent kiss that silently graced him with her love. "I need you here. I need you safe." She murmured against his lips before pulling back to look up into his crystalline eyes. "Trust me," she said softly. She lifted her palm to his cheek. "Rest. If you can' sleep, utilize the basement. Or use the gym down the hall and workout. Whatever you need. I also have cable." The last statement garnered a little chuckle from him and she matched with her own soft giggle.
Jonah lifted his hand, pressing against the back of her hand on his face, "Come home to me, Ash. Promise me."
"I promise. Nothing will keep me away. Not even your father. I promise, I'll be home by morning, baby," she said softly. Jonah pulled her in suddenly, deeply kissing her. It was desperate, a pleading kiss, one that begged for her safe and quick return, one that quietly told her to return to him. Her own gesture within was a promise that she would.
When they parted, the air in the home grew thick and heavy with tension. Ash quickly dried her hair, ensuring her natural curl was kinky and voluminous the way she was expected. She pulled on the long black dress with a slit from her upper-thigh down and cutouts at the sides. She touched her face with some makeup and pulled on a pair of black heels before she found Jonah down the hall in the same room where they had spent their first evening together in the house. He was pouring himself a drink and she sighed, standing in the doorway as he looked up. His eyes suddenly narrowed at her.
"I can't go in leggings and a t-shirt or he'll rip the clothes right off me as punishment," Ash said sternly. She could see the disapproval in his eyes, across his face as his jaw feathered beneath his ear. "I just wanted to see you one more time before I left."
Jonah sighed, placing the glass down on the bar. Ash approached slowly and bent down to scratch Eden behind her ear before standing up to look at him again.
"Makes me blood boil, Ash. I can't help it," Jonah sighed. Ash moved beside him, wrapping her arms around his waist. He lifted his arm and wrapped it around her while pressing his cheek to the top of her head.
"I know, aşkim." She pressed her face into the crook of his neck. "He won't touch me. If he's summoning me, it's matter related. I'll be home before sun up." She whispered into his neck.
Ash left a soft trail of kisses under his ear before lifting her hand, turning his head towards her. She pressed her lips to his, pouring every little bit of love, feeling and emotion into it, promising him silently once more to return untouched and safely. "I love you," she whispered against his lips.
"I love ye," He said softly.
Reluctantly, after looking at him for a long moment, Ash stepped back. She began walking toward the door, rolling her shoulders as the smog and dust of black smoke engulfed her before she disappeared completely leaving a mist of black where she last stepped.
Jonah looked down at Eden and sighed as the dog pressed her body against his leg. Jonah picked up the glass, his eyes glued to the space where Ash was, "I know, Eden. I don't like it anymore than ye do, lassy."
There was a sense of relief when Leon said he would join her back in her own little pocket of existence known as Ire. She was more happy that he seemed almost eager and even more so, excited, to see their son. Silas was starting to recognize faces at eight months old and there was some worry that he would just cry being with Leon as he hadn’t been around enough for Silas to study his father’s face. However, Claudia also had hope that he would be able to sense the comfort of his father.
It was almost too quick the way Leon snatched the glass from her hand and whisked her off out of the room. Claudia saw as others looked at them with clear distaste for their hasty exit. It was customary to stay at least some time before simply leaving. Although, Luci of all people would understand his pal wouldn’t be sticking around and seeing that Claudia was attached to him at their hands, he probably expected something.
Somehow, Claudia was able to ignore the others and allow Leon to urge her outside.
Once they left the interior of the fortress, a crisp wind swirled around the two of them as the frigid air of hell hit them like ice. Believe it or not, different realms of hell varied vastly between them and Luci’s slice of home was extremely cold — often covered in ice or snow.
Claudia’s on the other hand, in Ire, it was hot. Fitting for Wrath but that was also because of the mountains that surrounded one side of the city. They blazed with smog from the simmering volcanic activity that never seemed to erupt — always at a simmer. To the other was vast sands that seemed to go on forever. Claudia sometimes found it too dry and hot and would often venture back to Earth to find some difference in temperature but she also didn’t mind it most days.
They came to a stop some distance from where they exited Luci’s fortress and Claudia shivered from the cold, huddling closer to Leon. She could have phased their way to her home but instead, Claudia waved her freehand in front of them where a portal opened right before their eyes that was accompanied with a warm gust of hot air. It was black around the edges but had an orange glow to the outer rim. However, at the center of the large portal was a familiar scene.
The familiar nursery of their son.
Much to most disbelief, Claudia wanted Silas’s nursery to look more human. She hadn’t changed the stone walls that surrounded the room nor did she do anything about the hardwood floors, but the rest of the room looked relatively modern. A dark wood crib sat at the center of the far left wall, a dress to the right wall with a changing station atop it. Right by his crib was a cozy gray cushioned rocking chair and to the center wall was a dark wooden shelving unit with different colored blue, gray and green fabric boxes which held toys and basic needs.
Suddenly, Claudia could hear the faint coos of their son. This time, she was the one to pull Leon forward and through the portal.
It was almost too quick the way Leon snatched the glass from her hand and whisked her off out of the room. Claudia saw as others looked at them with clear distaste for their hasty exit. It was customary to stay at least some time before simply leaving. Although, Luci of all people would understand his pal wouldn’t be sticking around and seeing that Claudia was attached to him at their hands, he probably expected something.
Somehow, Claudia was able to ignore the others and allow Leon to urge her outside.
Once they left the interior of the fortress, a crisp wind swirled around the two of them as the frigid air of hell hit them like ice. Believe it or not, different realms of hell varied vastly between them and Luci’s slice of home was extremely cold — often covered in ice or snow.
Claudia’s on the other hand, in Ire, it was hot. Fitting for Wrath but that was also because of the mountains that surrounded one side of the city. They blazed with smog from the simmering volcanic activity that never seemed to erupt — always at a simmer. To the other was vast sands that seemed to go on forever. Claudia sometimes found it too dry and hot and would often venture back to Earth to find some difference in temperature but she also didn’t mind it most days.
They came to a stop some distance from where they exited Luci’s fortress and Claudia shivered from the cold, huddling closer to Leon. She could have phased their way to her home but instead, Claudia waved her freehand in front of them where a portal opened right before their eyes that was accompanied with a warm gust of hot air. It was black around the edges but had an orange glow to the outer rim. However, at the center of the large portal was a familiar scene.
The familiar nursery of their son.
Much to most disbelief, Claudia wanted Silas’s nursery to look more human. She hadn’t changed the stone walls that surrounded the room nor did she do anything about the hardwood floors, but the rest of the room looked relatively modern. A dark wood crib sat at the center of the far left wall, a dress to the right wall with a changing station atop it. Right by his crib was a cozy gray cushioned rocking chair and to the center wall was a dark wooden shelving unit with different colored blue, gray and green fabric boxes which held toys and basic needs.
Suddenly, Claudia could hear the faint coos of their son. This time, she was the one to pull Leon forward and through the portal.
The familiar nursery of their son.Much to most disbelief, Claudia wanted Silas’s nursery to look more human. She hadn’t changed the stone walls that surrounded the room nor did she do anything about the hardwood floors, but the rest of the room looked relatively modern. A dark wood crib sat at the center of the far left wall, a dress to the right wall with a changing station atop it. Right by his crib was a cozy gray cushioned rocking chair and to the center wall was a dark wooden shelving unit with different colored blue, gray and green fabric boxes which held toys and basic needs.
Suddenly, Claudia could hear the faint coos of their son. This time, she was the one to pull Leon forward and through the portal.
The moment the two of them stepped through, the portal disappeared. Claudia glanced behind them where she spotted Silas. He was sitting in a bouncer, giggling and babbling away in front of his nanny — if you’d call her that. Astra was one of Claudia’s closest friends since coming here and had also helped to teach Claudia how to fight. She too was a mother and took on the role of “babysitter” when Claudia needed to leave without Silas.
Claudia was a bit non-traditional when it came to raising Silas. She took him everywhere she possibly could. Many of her peers were not keen on it but often she’d carry a sling with him sleeping silently against his mother’s bosom and often, he was no problem. She understood that it was like wearing a target on her chest but she refused to be away from Silas for too long. He was her son, not theirs and she’d raise him how she saw fit!
Astra stood and smiled when she laid eyes on Leon and Claudia.
“Look who it is, young man,” Astra grinned and picked up Silas from the bouncer.
The baby giggled and patted Astra’s chest with excitement. He looked over and as soon as he laid eyes on his favorite person — his mama — the biggest toothless grin formed on his face and he began squirming and making loud noises.
As Astra was passing Silas to Claudia, she looked at Leon, almost glaring but not quiet. She leaned into Claudia, “Do you need me to stay?” She asked worriedly.
Claudia shook her head, “We’ll be fine. I’ll see you tomorrow. Thanks for watching him.” She quickly replied.
Astra gave Leon one more once over before phasing out in a flash of flames.
Claudia turned, balancing Silas in his arms. The baby patted his mother’s chest with his chubby hands excitedly and squealed. She looked at him and smiled and blew little raspberries on his cheek.
Turning her attention to Leon, Claudia sighed, “Would you like to hold our son? It’s been some time. You don’t have to hold his head anymore so… he’s a lot easier to hold.”
There was a different glimmer in Claudia’s eyes now. She was matronly. She had found peace in some domesticity with being a mother. It gave her a piece of normalcy that she didn’t have since becoming Governess. She enjoyed it and it was hard to be angry anymore now in the presence of Silas. He was magical in his own way because nothing made her feel better the way the smile on her baby boy’s face made her smile. She just hoped that Leon could find the happiness like her. Even if he didn’t stay permanently, but enough to visit more often.
The heavy door suddenly opened after some time and Lucifer stepped in. She lifted her head, her eyes finding him in the darkness of the room. A torch in his hand, he placed it on the wall mount, the fire becoming the only light he granted.
Lucifer said nothing and went straight for the princess. He gripped her by her pristine hair and dragged her to the center of the room, making a cry pierce from her throat as her hands went to his wrist.
The devil let go but his hands went to Ash's dress, his fingers gripping the fabric and tearing it down the center of her body. Tears surfaced in her eyes as she pushed his hands away. "No," she protested.
Lucifer's hand shot to her throat, gripping harder, restricting her breath in the already stale air of the room. She gasped, her cheeks flushing as she tried to breath. She felt the press of cold steel against her chest at the center of her breasts, He let the sharp side of the blade slice into the meat of her skin and a strangled cry filled the air. It burned and the pain sent tears shedding down her face. It wasn't a long cut, but a short one that was meant to warn.
Suddenly, his hand left her throat and his fist connected with her jaw as she gasped for air. She saw stars for a moment before she felt the pain. Blood trickled down her lip and from the wound as she laid there.
In the hall, her cries sounded muffled to Jonah's ears but the were frequent, painfilled, desperate screams. He could make out words like, "no", "please," and "stop". Most of it was said in the heavenly tongue they still spoke - the true reason for Ash's thick accent.
It went on for slow, agonizing hours. Each minute sounding like an eternity of torment. When Lucifer finally emerged from the room, Ash's sobs slipped out into the hall momentarily before the door was shut. He was assisted by a single guard, he was disheveled, blood here and there on his hands and clothes and sweat on his brow. He gave Jonah a disgusted look and stopped in front of his cell. "I'll return soon enough for you." He warned before leaving.
More hours passed and Ash's muffled sobs had slowly subsided. Asmodeus appeared in front of Jonah's cell and unlocked it. "Ash needs you," was all he said.
Asmo led Jonah to the private room, unlocking it and pulling it open to allow Jonah to step inside. He shut the door behind him and stood on guard.
Inside, the scene was a bloody one. On the floor were splatters of Ash's blood, signs of struggling and discarded shards of her clothing. In the corner of the room, in the darkness, a whimper caught Jonah's attention. As was pressed against a large wooden cross, her ankles bound at the bottom and arms out to the sides, bound to the horizontal beam of wood. She had been beaten, her dress hung loosely around her shoulders and the sides of her body. Her neck was bent, her head hanging towards the center of her chest, her body riddled with the proof of Lucifer's punishment and her hair hung loosely around her face.
She whimpered as she lifted her head, her face a map of pain as her eyes slowly found Jonah. Tears pulled at the corners of her eyes, one swollen and black. Her tears leaked down, mixing with the blood on her face, "Jonah..." She rasped through her broken voice from the screams. "...No." She protested, letting her head fall forward, not wanting him to see her like this.
Lucifer said nothing and went straight for the princess. He gripped her by her pristine hair and dragged her to the center of the room, making a cry pierce from her throat as her hands went to his wrist.
The devil let go but his hands went to Ash's dress, his fingers gripping the fabric and tearing it down the center of her body. Tears surfaced in her eyes as she pushed his hands away. "No," she protested.
Lucifer's hand shot to her throat, gripping harder, restricting her breath in the already stale air of the room. She gasped, her cheeks flushing as she tried to breath. She felt the press of cold steel against her chest at the center of her breasts, He let the sharp side of the blade slice into the meat of her skin and a strangled cry filled the air. It burned and the pain sent tears shedding down her face. It wasn't a long cut, but a short one that was meant to warn.
Suddenly, his hand left her throat and his fist connected with her jaw as she gasped for air. She saw stars for a moment before she felt the pain. Blood trickled down her lip and from the wound as she laid there.
In the hall, her cries sounded muffled to Jonah's ears but the were frequent, painfilled, desperate screams. He could make out words like, "no", "please," and "stop". Most of it was said in the heavenly tongue they still spoke - the true reason for Ash's thick accent.
It went on for slow, agonizing hours. Each minute sounding like an eternity of torment. When Lucifer finally emerged from the room, Ash's sobs slipped out into the hall momentarily before the door was shut. He was assisted by a single guard, he was disheveled, blood here and there on his hands and clothes and sweat on his brow. He gave Jonah a disgusted look and stopped in front of his cell. "I'll return soon enough for you." He warned before leaving.
More hours passed and Ash's muffled sobs had slowly subsided. Asmodeus appeared in front of Jonah's cell and unlocked it. "Ash needs you," was all he said.
Asmo led Jonah to the private room, unlocking it and pulling it open to allow Jonah to step inside. He shut the door behind him and stood on guard.
Inside, the scene was a bloody one. On the floor were splatters of Ash's blood, signs of struggling and discarded shards of her clothing. In the corner of the room, in the darkness, a whimper caught Jonah's attention. As was pressed against a large wooden cross, her ankles bound at the bottom and arms out to the sides, bound to the horizontal beam of wood. She had been beaten, her dress hung loosely around her shoulders and the sides of her body. Her neck was bent, her head hanging towards the center of her chest, her body riddled with the proof of Lucifer's punishment and her hair hung loosely around her face.
She whimpered as she lifted her head, her face a map of pain as her eyes slowly found Jonah. Tears pulled at the corners of her eyes, one swollen and black. Her tears leaked down, mixing with the blood on her face, "Jonah..." She rasped through her broken voice from the screams. "...No." She protested, letting her head fall forward, not wanting him to see her like this.
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