Positively, For Now

What choice did I have but to accept? I stood before what might as well have been a god claiming to be my ancestor, with some pretty convincing evidence I might add. He appeared as honest as a literal demon-god could be and I had no way to tell whether any of this was real or fake.

I swallowed my trepidation and asked, "How do I free you? Is there something physical I need to destroy?" That's how it worked, right? The demon lord is bound by a temple or a statue or a huge rock. At least, in video games and books that's how it goes. Please no virgin sacrifice. Okay, maybe the fun kind of virgin sacrifice, but no tossing girls into a volcano.

Asmodeus shook his horned head. No, I am not bound by anything so simple as that. Given enough power, I could break free on my own. His eyes glowed as he looked at me. Your very existence is helping, I gain power through acts of debauchery and the general lust of mortals —which keeps me alive and conscious despite my imprisonment— but you and your actions are far more useful to me.

"So just keep doing what I'm doing?" That's not too hard.

Essentially, yes. Gather more women in your Harem, spread your Essence, indulge your lusts for all to see! He grew more animated, more solid as he ranted. Grant thralls to your mortal friends and servants, free the repressed and those too frightened to be themselves, build a new cult in my name! His triumphant voice rumbled throughout the blasted landscape.

The lightning above us crackled and the demon restrained himself once again. He shrunk down to a human scale and gave me an oddly fatherly smile with his fanged maw. Find any other Nascent Children of mine, I know they must exist. Even begin siring some of your own if you wish. His smile turned to a sly grin before he became more serious. However, you must do this without drawing the attention of the Seraphs. They will be far beyond your ability for centuries to come. Their own mortal servants are less dangerous and should be mostly unknowing of what they serve. Avoid their places of power and their most devoted adherents, they are not subtle, it should be easy.

There were so many questions I needed to ask, but one felt more pressing. "How long will freeing you take?" Agh! Terrible phrasing, Mason! Make sure he knows how **** you are. "I mean, how much time do we have, is there a limit?" Do the stars need to align?

He chuckled. I have languished for over two thousand years in this prison, a decade or three hardly matters to me. In fact, going too quickly would be dangerous. Asmodeus sat before me casually, chin on one hand, the other drawing designs in the stone with a talon. I know you fear me still, I hope time will allow trust to build between us.

I winced. "I'm sorry! I—"

Do not apologize to me. You have grown up in the trappings of a culture tainted by the Elohim, they have spent a very long time slandering me and the others who stood up to them.

"What happens when you're free? Who are the Elohim?" Was I going to start some kind of war? Or I suppose, restart one.

Do not worry, I am not some bloodthirsty fool who shall go on a rampage. I will retreat to safety and heal my wounds for some time afterwards. He waved an arm at his visible ribs and sunken torso. Hardly going to inflame any lusts in my current state now will I? Even my hair is gone! He rubbed the space between his horns with a childish pout.

I felt uneasy at how affable he was being. How much of this was theatre to draw me in? Or maybe he actually was effectively a lonely old man meeting his grandson for the first time. Could be both or neither, I had no way to tell.

The millennia-old demon stopped despairing over his lost hair and focused back on me. The Elohim were once a fairly standard pantheon worshiped by wandering tribes and a few cities in the desert between Egypt and Babylon. They were led by a war god named Adonai. We don't know how or even why, but he somehow subsumed his fellow gods and twisted what was left of them into his first Seraphs. He grew solemn, eyes burning with rage.

There were close to a thousand different gods just in our corner of the world before they began their genocide. Early on, some traitors attempted to join the Elohim, only to be subsumed and butchered into Seraphs like the rest. After that, many fled this plane entirely, seeking refuge in other worlds. Others, like myself attempted to fight them. Obviously, we failed.

Asmodeus continued his history lesson for what felt like hours, twice more he was overcome by rage in his retelling and struck down by golden lightning. Appearing more exhausted and worn each time.

Despite my prior misgivings, I began to sympathize with him more and more. I just couldn't believe it was all an act. Maybe I was being an idiot and Asmodeus was laughing at my gullibility. But why would he bother? His own amusement? He wasn't presenting himself as a pure victim either, he openly admitted to owning and selling slaves and killing a lot of people. And I mean a lot. Not just in the war either.

Which, considering what I had done and planned to do even before I was given a quest from a demon god...I hardly had the right to throw stones.

Finally he reached the part where he was imprisoned. My mortal wife and high priestess, Sarah...was captured and taken to an Egyptian city. I knew it was trap. I went anyway. I was myself captured by seven prepared Seraphs, poisoned by smoke. A bitter smirk grew on his lips. Something about what Adonai did to become the Elohim, finds all things related to lust and similar emotions to be anathema. Diametrically opposed in a way I still don't quite understand, even after thousands of years to ponder.

He laughed brokenly. They couldn't touch my essence and make me one of them. So they destroyed my physical form and bound me in here. Gods don't die the way mortals do, so long as the domains we draw power from are associated with us, we live. He trailed off, drained of emotion, his eyes flickered like coals.

Resolve burned away the rest of the doubt in my mind. "I will to my best to free you, Asmodeus." I swore.

There was a long silence, he slumped forwards and began to dissolve into smoke once again.

Thank you, Mason...my Child. We will speak again soon...

My vision narrowed and I felt like I was being pulled in a direct that wasn't up, down, or to the side. The view of Asmodeus' prison melted away and my eyes snapped open to a familiar ceiling.

The warm reddish-orange light of sunset through the window was blocked by a cloud of fluffy pink hair. Swirly pink eyes widened and Annie squealed happily.

"Mason's awake!"

My face was smothered by her pillowy tits and my hands naturally fell to cup her ass. She wiggled in my grip, rubbing her pussy along my shaft. Giggles filled my ears as my talons tickled her sensitive skin.

Wait, talons?