The Path and Way to Break Immortality

A man sat on a majestic throne, his black crystal hair cascading down his back like a waterfall of night. His golden crystal eyes gleamed in the dim light of the throne room, and his fine cheekbones seemed chiseled from the very marble of the walls.

His name is Asimodius, the lord of thousands of realms, ruler of countless dimensions. And he was tired of it all. Tired of the power, the wealth, the influence. Tired of being immortal.

POV.

I closed my eyes, feeling the weight of my years bearing down on me. I had lived for so long, seen so much. And yet, I had never truly lived. Not as a mortal, at least.

I opened my eyes to find a demon guard standing before me. "My lord," he said, bowing low. "I have a guest waiting to see you."

I raised an eyebrow. "Who is it?"

"The Witch Queen, my lord," the guard replied.

I nodded, intrigued. "Let her in."

The guard bowed and backed away, disappearing into the shadows. A moment later, a puff of smoke appeared before me, and the Witch Queen stepped out of the mist.

She was a tall, statuesque woman with long silver hair and eyes that gleamed like stars. She smiled at me, her lips curling up in a sly smile.

"Asimodius, you look as handsome as ever," she said, her voice dripping with honey.

I raised an eyebrow, amused. "And you look as cunning as ever, Witch Queen," I replied.

The Witch Queen laughed, a throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine. "I have come to bring you a message, Asimodius," she said, her eyes glinting with mischief. "A prophecy, if you will."

I leaned forward, intrigued. "Go on," I said.

The Witch Queen smiled again, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "It is said that you wish to break the curse of immortality," she said. "But do you know the way?"

I shook my head, feeling a pang of frustration. "I have searched the ancient halls, poured over the histories," I said. "But I have found no way to break the curse."

The Witch Queen nodded, her expression sympathetic. "I know," she said. "But I have discovered the secret. And I will share it with you, Asimodius."

I leaned forward, my heart pounding with excitement. "Tell me," I said.

The Witch Queen smiled again, her eyes glinting with mischief. "You must experience love in the mortal world," she said. "Only then will you be able to break the curse of immortality."

I felt a jolt of surprise, followed by a wave of skepticism. "Love?" I repeated. "You expect me to fall in love with a mortal?"

The Witch Queen nodded, her expression serious. "It is the only way, Asimodius," she said. "You must give up your powers, your throne, your wealth. You must become mortal, and experience love as a mortal."

I felt a pang of hesitation, followed by a wave of determination. I would do it, I thought. I would give up everything, if it meant I could finally experience life as a mortal.

"Thank you, Witch Queen," I said, my voice firm. "I will do it."

The Witch Queen smiled, her eyes glinting with approval. "I knew you would see it my way, Asimodius," she said. "You have always been a wise and just ruler."

I nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards the Witch Queen. "I will not forget your help," I said.

The Witch Queen smiled again, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I will hold you to that, Asimodius," she said. "Now, if you will excuse me, I have other business to attend to."

I nodded, watching as the Witch Queen disappeared into the mist. I sat back in my throne, feeling a sense of determination wash over me. I would do it, I thought. I would give up everything, and experience life as a mortal.

I closed my eyes, feeling the weight of my years bearing down on me. But this time, I felt a sense of hope. A sense of possibility.

I would break the curse of immortality, I thought. And I would experience life as a mortal