At sunrise, a juvenile Greater Demon lay coiled up as small as perceivably possible, its tail curled around their feet. Their eyes opened a crack as he sensed the subtle shift in temperature. They rose to all fours, an intimidating aura overcoming him from his ultimate height of 8 feet alone. He stretched his massive claws apart and slowly flexed the pads of his feet, extending his rear limbs then arched downward in a much-needed stretch; a series of pops emanating amidst the curvature of his spine. The “dragon” unhinged its powerful maw in a bellow-like yawn, baring all of his sharp teeth, his hooked canines were especially prominent, he then allowed his forked tongue to jut out, scenting the dry air. Spikes jutted out all over his thick exterior, even his snout was spiky and abrasive, (much like his personality) he was armed with three sets of horns that sat atop his crown. The first set was predominant, appearing much larger and grown upward as opposed to the second set which curled back with a likeness to a ram’s horns, and the third was simply an advantage of this form. Both of his large eyes had a mesmerizing golden glow that bore into the very soul of those he ever came into contact with during his “escapes” from home.

His scales replicated the appearance of obsidian, however, they had a brilliant sheen as they shifted together in a rattle on his tail, they remained pointed up as if everything else was not enough to ward off potential threats. They refract an array of purple hues, only one dulled scale on the beast’s enormous tail was easily hidden amongst the others with their perfect gleam. They could not be replicated by any lowly creature as they shimmered in the light of the unforgiving desert sun, portraying a beauteous contempt while they soaked up the rising heat. The burning star overhead greeted the prince with its problematic light, diminishing the extent of his demon’s sight during the trek back to his magnificent palace. His enormous tail was lined with spikes, swaying back and forth in a seamless pattern, detecting movement in the desolate town square. Though most citizens were still finding the strength to face their daily lives, this heir to the throne did not cater to the chance of being caught off guard. No, Asmodeus, minimized his weaknesses every chance he got; he vied for power, seizing any and all opportunities for full control over the Southern Ash, but his mindset still remained that of an immature and unempathetic prince for many years to come, not yet grasping the mentality or weight of being a true King of the people.