Asmodeus was the second angel to come to Earth.
When a new angel Falls, he is there to greet them, or organises some way for another angel to do so. He considers it, as the one angel not Fallen, to care for and offer guidance to every other angel on Earth. He was one of the founding members of the Celestial Embassy. He is well-known as an ambassador for the Celestial Embassy, and there is not an angel on Earth who has not met him.
Asmodeus is tall, handsome, and has an easy time of charming other people, carrying with him a wry sense of humour. He is not naturally inclined to empathy or sympathy, and as a result of his ongoing attachment to the Host, his sense of emotion is muted in a way that marks him apart from most other angels.
Known by a variety of names, he is most well-known outside of angelic circles as Asbat Nur-Badr, an internationally acclaimed ballerina and musician. Under the name Nur-Badr, Asmodeus has danced the ballet professionally for decades, as well as pursuing a successful jazz and cabaret career. He has released a great many albums, typically of jazz stylings and/or cover songs.
When he is not travelling to greet angels as they Fall, Asmodeus gives lectures, runs classes, performs ambassadorial duties, and occasionally writes and publishes essays, typically on music and dance.
In his free time, Asmodeus often devotes himself to the corruption of priests, and finds a great deal of satisfaction in seducing priests to leave the priesthood, or at least putting pressure on what faith they have in God. Asmodeus has a somewhat personal grudge against God and religion in general, particularly religions centred around the worship of one omniscient being.
Brother (Vital)
Towards Jean-Pierre Delacroix
Brother (Vital)
Towards Colm O'Beaglaoich
Partner? (It's complicated.) (Vital)
Towards Hamish Angus MacKinnon
Partner? (It's complicated.) (Vital)
History
"Oh," Hamish said softly, and he drew his dressing gown from his shoulders, hanging it neatly on the hook on the back of the door, toeing off his slippers. Asmodeus pulled back the blankets, and Hamish flicked off the light before he crawled into bed alongside him, laying his head on the pillow. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"I was in town," Asmodeus said, voice quiet.
"And so you decided to climb into my flat through a window, insinuate yourself in my bed, and not so much as text me forewarning?"
"That's a good summary, yes."
Hamish laughed, low and quiet, and then he wrapped one arm loosely about Asmodeus' belly, leaning in close against him. They lay there in silence for a few moments, before Hamish said, "I suppose you must be quite upset, to seek out this sort of comfort."
"I suppose."
Hamish squeezed Asmodeus a little bit more tightly, and when the alastora rushed into the room in a cloud of buzzing blackness, they crammed themselves under the covers, crawling into the gaps between their bodies, the crook of Asmodeus' neck, burrowing into his armpit and under their pillows.
Hamish felt Asmodeus smile against his brow, and relax more entirely beneath him.
Brother (Trivial)
Towards Ephraim ben Ira Margolis
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