The skin on Solomon’s face split open and peeled off, like a banana, revealing his true form.
Unlike the others, his blood was blue, and it pooled on the ground as the cambion stepped out of his meat suit. Santos had unwittingly freed Asmodeus from Solomon’s Seal and handed it right to him.
Savannah froze in place, as Asmodeus’ red skin grew over his black and blue muscles, his hair ejected from his scalp, tinted blue from his blood. Asmodeus swallowed the ring, making sure that no one could ever have it again.
Santos opened his mouth, but then it quickly closed. No matter how hard he tried to open his mouth, he couldn’t. His tongue pushed against his teeth, and he clawed at his mouth, but all that came out were muffled noises and shouts.
Asmodeus could control all manner of demons, and spirits, and could communicate with animals with the Seal of Solomon. His brother Solomon was too obsessed with sex to use its true potential after he had tricked him and sealed his power.
"I know of you, Santos Domnius," Asmodeus said. "You are possibly the most interesting of all the originals. "
Asmodeus turned to look at Savannah, and he smiled, happy to please a guest.
"You have freed me as well, and I am forever in your debt."
Asmodeus walked up to her, and Savannah screamed as the naked cambion hugged her. Her screams subsided, and she let out a grunt in confusion as Asmodeus kissed her on the cheek.
"You must stay here with me," he said. "I must settle down, and take a wife of my own."
Santos fervently shook his head, no, and Savannah didn’t need to be told twice. She quietly rejected his offer, and Asmodeus sighed.
"You are with him, aren’t you, Santos? You must be since you came with him," Asmodeus said.
His small wings flapped slowly and he had pain in his eyes, as his chest hurt.
His love was fleeting and fast, and he wasn't sad for too long. Asmodeus shrugged and grinned, then patted Savannah lightly on her cheek.
He snapped his fingers, and the dungeon was now pristine. With all the fluid gone from the tiles, Savannah had goosebumps noticing that there were now only black and red tiles, the white ones never there.
"Well you win some, you lose some," Asmodeus shouted. He clapped his hands, and Santos could speak again. The first worse he decided to say was, "Fuck you."
"Sure, why not, let’s take turns," Asmodeus exclaimed.
"That’s not what I meant! Why did you clean the entire room except for us," Santos shouted.
"Ah. Sorry."
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With another snap of his fingers and Santos was clean, yet still naked, and Savannah was wearing a black halter top bikini.
"Why am I still naked," Santos asked.
"I thought you liked it," Asmodeus replied.
"No!"
With another snap of his fingers and Santos was now wearing red swimming trunks. Asmodeus smiled, happy to be of service. "You can explore the resort and be on your way, as thanks for freeing me," he said. "I won’t stop you."
"Really," Savannah asked. "You mean it?"
"I am a cambion of my word," Asmodeus proclaimed. "You can walk right through that tunnel into the third circle."
Santos walked over to Savannah and grabbed her wrist, worried that it was another trap. Asmodeus sensed his suspicion and tried to convince him everything was fine.
"If I wanted to kill you, I could have already done it, with the Seal. My brother was too stupid to know how to use its full strength, that’s probably why he lost."
"How do I know you won’t just rat us out once we leave," Santos asked.
"Well you can stay if you want, but I can’t promise your safety. My siblings are much more ravenous and bold in their experiments than I," Asmodeus said.
"Siblings? What siblings," Savannah asked.
"Nope, let’s go," Santos said.
"But maybe-"
The large chamber doors opened, and in walked the children of Agrat bat Mahlat. They were of full demonic blood, unlike Asmodeus, and ranged in appearance from stunning beauty, to monstrous horrors. Some were beautiful men and women, their faces perfectly symmetrical, their beauty frightening. Most were vile creatures with many heads and sagging skin, missing a wing, or with too many limbs.
All of them, naked as the day Agrat bat Mahlat spat them out of her unholy mouth, cheered, and the prince returned to them. They all stopped, in unison, and laid eyes upon Savannah.
Then upon Santos, sensing his true self.
They wanted him.
Asmodeus waved goodbye, as he used every bit of his power to stop his siblings from eating his visitors whole. Savannah and Santos ran off into the tunnel, and the iron gate lowered once more, securing it in place with a loud, ka-thunk .
"You all should be kinder to our guests," Asmodeus scolded his siblings.
Why they asked him.
"Well, if he kills Him, then I get to be in charge! With my seal, no one can stop me," Asmodeus grinned.
They all smiled along with him.
They continued to smile, their eyes getting smaller, their mouths widening, until their skin split, and they laughed, the pain turning into pleasure once more.
With loud moans and breathing heavy, Asmodeus returned to his pit of pleasure, enjoying the love of his brothers and sisters.