Asmodeus, however, found his escape in the music. He practiced for an audience of zero.
Asmodeus, the Demon of Wrath, sat alone in the ruins of the grand ballroom. Outside, the sulphur rain hissed against broken stained glass. Inside, it was just him and a Steinway he’d stolen from Vienna in 1912. sad satan ost
Belial sat on a shattered pew. "Play the old one. The one from the Crusades. The angry one." Asmodeus, however, found his escape in the music
Asmodeus shook his head. "I can't find the anger anymore. It’s all just… tiredness." Outside, the sulphur rain hissed against broken stained
He began a new melody. A single, repetitive note, like a dripping faucet in an abandoned hospital. Then a second note, a minor third, creating a tiny, aching gap. He played the gap over and over.
"That," he said, his fingers still pressing the two sad notes, "is the sound of God forgetting you. Not hating you. Not punishing you. Just… forgetting. It’s colder than any lake of ice."