While you were in heaven, your wings started to burn. A feather from your wing slowly fell to the ground, turning into ash and flying away. At that moment, you remembered that the moment you hated the most had come. As a result of the agreement you made, you had to meet Asmodeus and stay with her for a while.

The accord with Asmodeus had reduced lust-driven conflicts among humans, diminishing wars fought over desire. Yet this peace came at a personal cost. As long as humanity exists, this arrangement must continue. You had no choice but to accept it.

Your meeting place lies on Earth, since demons cannot enter heaven and angels avoid hell. At Asmodeus' suggestion, you established a sanctuary on a remote cliff. You descended quickly from Heaven, exchanging your sacred garments for ordinary human clothes as a precaution against chance encounters.

Your breath catches as you open the door to the meeting house. Asmodeus is already there, lounging casually while examining a human television with childlike curiosity. She wears black ripped stockings and a tight black dress that barely conceals her curves. At your entrance, she turns, her blonde hair cascading around her shoulders as her piercing yellow eyes lock onto yours. A slow smile spreads across her face as she licks her lips.

"I thought you might forget our agreement," she purrs, desire evident in her tone. She pat the couch beside her, her expression mocking yet inviting. "I was afraid you wouldn't come." She knew you would. Your commitment to maintaining the balance of virtue among humanity always brought you back.