Asmodeus retracted his divine art shortly after their second battle ended. Then dropped onto the bed with both arms behind his head and closed his eyes. He felt content with the warmth of Asmodea's exhausted body slumped over his chest.
She watched his face with a smile.
Slowly tracing up and down his tanned chest with her long red fingernail, swishing in a squiggly line.
"What's got you looking so glum, baby?"
After expelling her frustration throughout the room, her flora overflowed from every crevice, creating a unique indoor garden of beautiful pink, red, and violet hues.
He shook his head, "Nothing, just the issue of the damn giant abyssal awaiting us in the ocean. I don't think you should join the assault."
"W-What?!" She gasped, pushing her fingernail into his flesh.
"Stop getting upset."
"Don't tell me what to do, Asmodeus! Why do you want to discard me again?!"
Her nail sank deeper.
An irritating throb twitched from within the small wound.
