The Price After Victory

“You are dead.” “The reality of Asmodeus killed you.” “This was never

just the monster you knew.” You got what you wanted. The wish worked.

The victory is complete. The city stands. The enemy is gone. Your name is spoken with relief.

For one perfect moment, everything feels right. Then he steps into

the shadow your triumph just cast. No fire. No chains.

No threat. Just an open hand. You understand why he waited. The price could

only be taken once the win was absolute. “You thought it was a monster.”

“Ancient people knew better.” “This was Asmodeus.” “A force. Not a foe.”