Leadership Council

Shameena.

"How do I look?" I ask in front of one of the big mirrors that are in the great temple of darkness, I had never had the opportunity to visit it, it is only used for the meetings of the demonic leaders.

Oh right, now I am one too.

"You always look perfect." Asmodeus replies matter-of-factly behind my back.

I smile with pleasure and walk next to him, caress his face and laugh.

"I know." I blurt out obviously. "It was a rhetorical question."

Just before I can answer, Everette materializes a few steps away from where we are, he watches me calmly and smiles sideways, when his gaze falls on Asmodeo, his calm expression disappears and is replaced by one of mockery.

"What the hell happened to you?" he asks, trying to contain his laughter.

Asmodeus tries to hide the marks on his neck, the marks of my fingernails on his back are also slightly visible.

"It's her fault!" he accuses me.

I raise my arms in surrender.