"Mhm! Mhm!"
Both Sylvia and Delilah were flustered and on edge for the rest of the night, not wishing to let go of him until they were sure he wouldn't immediately vanish.
'I don't understand,' Azmodeus thought. 'Why do so many girls keep on falling in love with me…? Even without my otherworldly appearance, it keeps happening… I just don't understand why…'
No matter how many times he restarted from the beginning and made a new life himself, not once had he escaped his fate.
For most, this type of 'curse' would be seen as something only meant for God's Chosen. But for him, it served as a constant reminder for a life that he would never have.
'Love is meant for the weak and those who live lives of insignificance,' Azmodeus thought as his mind drifted. 'That is what I've always believed. That is why my parents left me… They didn't wish to love something so weak… They loved each other because they were equal…'
'No one is my equal.'