Living Legends

In a building in Hollywood, Asmo had just entered the premises. He looked around, observing the changes that had been made, as it had been a while since he had graced the place with his presence. The interior was a sight to behold, consisting of a stylish reception desk and two beautiful adjacent metal staircases leading to the upper floor. Flower pots were dispersed around the circular hall, meeting the two stairs. The floors and walls were adorned in a golden yellow color, giving the surroundings a bright and victorious feel.

Asmo stopped being a mere spectator and walked up to the receptionist, who was a woman named Milly Gailly. She recognized him the moment she set her eyes on him. He was one of the greatest living legends she knew, a fact she could attest to herself. He had once taught her a lesson when she challenged him to an all-night stand. The pleasure and unforgettable memories she had with him made her quiver just recalling their history together.

She took a while to speak, and Asmo waited patiently, knowing exactly why his sudden appearance had left her dumbfounded. "Hello, Mr. Asmo, it's been so long since you came to check up on your thriving enterprise and hardworking employees," she finally said.

He grinned and moved closer to her, whispering, "Are you sure it's not you who wants a check-up? Because I could totally do a physical scan for every inch of skin on you." The suggestive words from Asmo made the hairs on her skin rise, and she bit her lower lip, thinking of the possibilities that could happen if she didn't show restraint before this seductive man. Their immoral banter was cut short by a masculine voice coming from the right staircase.

They both looked up to see a bald, muscular man coming down the stairs. He had small eyes, a tiny pointed nose, adorable pink lips, and a perfect, model-like jawline. He also wore a shirt that exposed his biceps and an expensive pair of trousers, clearly indicating that he was no average person.

"Asmo, the devil in the flesh!" the man screamed as he spotted Asmodeus. "Johnny Saint, the living legend of our time," Asmo replied. They walked toward each other, sharing a brotherly hug and a classic handshake.

"Why has my boss popped up all of a sudden? Have you finally decided to get involved in our humble money-making venture?" Johnny inquired.

"Does it really matter? Show me what you have been up to," Asmo answered.

They both walked up to the top floor, which housed their infamous R+18 studio, separated into different rooms, sections, and crew members. They then went to a lavish elevator with a whole room dedicated to top-notch customer service, also known as the Moving bar. Upon entering, they were sent up to the uppermost part of the building, leading to the CEO's office. They walked inside and settled down.

"I love what you have done with the place," Asmo said as he spun his seat like a professional. Johnny was pleased with the commendation but still wanted to know why the devil paid him a surprise visit. He was no stranger to the scheming mastermind before him.

Asmo grinned, seeing Johnny was ready to go straight to business, and finally broke the ice, "I have a certain lady I'm trying to impress."Johnny was now intrigued, "Who could this lucky lady possibly be?"

"She's an innocent child who I want to enlighten in the ways of the living legends," Asmo explained.

Johnny looked at how cynical Asmo sounded and wondered which woman could have caught this man's eye to cause him to speak this way.

"So what's the plan? Do you want her to get involved in this business?" Johnny asked.

"Hell no! I only came to hire some of your men," he replied, almost screaming.

Johnny was shocked. He thought they were here to formulate some evil ideas, but he was disappointed to realize Asmo just wanted to impress her.

"Couldn't he have just hired any normal thugs?". Johnny let out a sigh and spoke, "Tell me what you need." Asmo broke down laughing, seeing Johnny's reaction, but he soon stopped and answered, "A bunch of muscular men who are highly disciplined. They should approach us, and then I will defend her by throwing a few punches. Oh, make sure they can take a hit. I don't want anyone dying after one jab to the belly," Asmo ranted as Johnny seriously listened.

"Your wish is my command," Johnny said after Asmo was done. "Come on, Johnny, cheer up, we are gonna have a hell of a time," Asmo added, seeing how uninterested Johnny sounded.

"Now show me the sets for the upcoming projects. I want to hear some world-class feminine sounds and see some bedroom champions in action," Asmo told Johnny as he stood up, preventing Johnny from opposing the idea.

Johnny reluctantly rose and led Asmo to the film sets. They could hear all kinds of sounds that should not have been heard in public. To Asmo, they were sweet melodies, and he didn't feel disturbed at all with the screams. He embraced the feeling of his sin in action.

Lust was, to him, the first ever sin. Eve saw the fruit, and she wanted a bite. Cain saw how Abel got God's acceptance and hated his brother for it. Judas betrayed the Divine one because he wanted the fame and wealth that came with being a follower of the Messiah. It was all the lust of the eyes, lust of the heart, and most of all, lust of the flesh.

But now, he started to think, when did the line between love and lust get drawn? How closely were these two related, and could the line get crossed? Why was Asmo thinking about love at this moment? The Devil didn't need love in his life; Lilith aka the Queen of Hell showed him of all people that.