Asmodeus sat atop the poorly repaired stone wall, he looked across the horizon while sucking on the tip of a pipe. He didn't usually smoke, but the old man insisted on his finest weed.
'I don't know why I cannot say no to old men...'
He lacked a father figure, which might have been why he listened to Avandar and Alan before they became close.
That's why he listened to Paul and Simon so much.
"Phew... It's a bit sweet, and there's a nutty aftertaste."
The sound of gravel shifting behind caught his attention, as the silhouette of Lumina appeared, inching closer, while covering her nose. "That stinks..."
"Ah, sorry. The old man insisted I take it for saving his life."
Lumina stood still, watching the handsome man she adored sit on the edge of a ruined battlement, the years of war and enduring burning the surface a dull charcoal colour. "Are you alright?"
