Asmodeus stepped into a room with a deep breath.
The scent of hay, wood and freshly washed linen filled his chest while he looked at the bed and then towards the bathroom before sitting on the small wooden chair.
A nostalgic smell lingered around this place, and yet he almost forgot such a place, for it had been 8 months ever since he set foot in Hell.
He took another breath, his back muscles tensing, pulling and contracting in painful, slow waves until they finally relaxed. Memories of his beloved woman Yumiko and their first meeting.
Now that he knew her better, he discovered many secrets. The strange atmosphere and actions she took made sense. His mind would always jump back to when they first spoke, and he remembered the woman with fluffy blonde hair, blue eyes, and her soft fox tail.
When she appealed to him to purchase her and take her with him, Asmodeus did not know what he would discover nor the events that awaited them.