He placed his claws on the keys. Not to summon fire, or to break minds, but to play the Nocturne in C-sharp minor . His fingers, built to tear spines, moved with a gentleness that would have shocked Heaven.
Asmodeus, however, found his escape in the music. He practiced for an audience of zero. sad satan ost
"I still make them weep," Asmodeus said, his voice soft. "Just not for the same reason." He placed his claws on the keys