"Well, maybe it's just easier if I tell you how I ended up here. It's hard for me to admit this, but I wouldn't be here if it weren't for Jasper and Jarin." Asher said, earning a shocked look from Ryan. He sighed and relaxed against the vampire's chest. "Most dark and light creatures are born the traditional way. You know, the birds and the bees and all. Very rarely, they're born through a different method. When an entire nation is in agony, their misery and desperation can give birth to a supernatural being.

The very first time it had ever happened was in ancient Greece, around 400 of 500 BC. Somewhere in there. When their rulers became tyrants, the entire nation weeped. Countless men and women were slaughtered mercilessly. It was said that the blood spilled had managed to drip from Earth, all the way down to Hell. It touched a valley of tortured souls, and that's how Jasper was created.

He saved them, at first. The unfortunate reality of summoning a demon to save your nation is he will most likely take the souls of the people as his reward. He watched over the nation for a long time, but in the end, Jasper was the true reason ancient Greece fell. He was, and still is, the only demon that ever possessed that much power. The Gods took notice, and to make a long story short, that's how the society came to be.

It wasn't until 30 BC that another demon would be created that way. Following Cleopatra's death, the Egyptians grieved so much, they decided to prey for a great protector. Through that, Jarin came to be. Obviously all of that was a long ass time ago. Over the years, the stories of how two great demons were born from ash and blood became nothing but old wives tales. 

In 1910, Italy went to war with the Ottoman Empire. The army had no faith in a victory. So, they resorted to the only option they had. They had to believe those old wives tales, and they prayed desperately for help from the supernatural world. When their tears fell to the coals, I was created. They even offered to sacrifice their virgins, and I believe that's the reason I'm an incubus."

"The real question is, did they deliver on that promise?" Ryan joked.

Asher snickered, "Oh, trust me, when I won the war for them, they were willing to give me whatever I wanted. I protected their country in secrecy for a few decades, until the 1930s when they idiotically attacked Ethiopia. Even I told them it was a bad idea. The entire country was thrown out of the League of Nations, so they signed a treaty with Hitler to cover their asses. 

All the chaos of the situation made my presence known to the Roman Catholic Church. The Pope ordered me to be executed immediately. I guess to him, my life didn't matter because I was pure evil. My own people turned against me. I didn't have any way of getting energy, so eventually, their army did wear me down enough to defeat me. 

My head was literally in the guillotine, when Carmella stepped in and saved me. Well, she killed everyone else in the process, but what else would you expect from her? She blackmailed me into a pact and started to use me as her pawn. My job was to erase vampires from Earth by any means necessary. I didn't want to do it. Even though I like to hurt people, I didn't want to kill a fellow dark creature, but I had no choice. 

That's how I learned to find loopholes in orders. She ordered me to eliminate every vampire on Earth. She never said how fast I had to do it. So, I started playing with my prey. That way they got to live longer and I got a much better meal out of it. There were times I'd get caught by police, and I'd have to massacre a lot of people. When it was humans, it didn't really phase me."

"I'm guessing when Carmella was killed, it broke the pact?" 

"Well, not exactly. Because she refused to touch an incubus, since she apparently thought she was better than us, she subcontracted me through one of her servants. That servant being Paris. So, when Jasper rescued Paris from her, he gained control over me. He helped to break the contract as so long as he could brand me." He explained.

"Won't he get mad you're telling me all of this?" Ryan asked, "I mean, he seems like he likes to keep secrets."

"Only from people who are outsiders. Since you're a member of the society now, you're allowed to know this stuff. I didn't meet Dusk until after I came here. Her and I have always kind of clicked, because we're both so insane. She's like a sister to me, but to be honest, I don't know much about her past. You'd have to ask her yourself." Asher readjusted in his spot so he could look up at Ryan, "What about you? How'd you end up here?"

"I lost a lot of people and I didn't want to lose any more. It's as simple as that." He replied.

"Oh, c'mon. I told you my whole life story. You could at least give me a little more than that." Asher gently undid the top few buttons of his dress shirt and planted soft kisses on his skin. "Please, Baby. I want to know."

Ryan sighed, "Fine. I'm about four hundred and so years old. I was born in England, but my family left for America when I was just a toddler. They'd obviously never put this in the history books, but part of the reason the settlers would slaughter the natives was because several of their tribes were comprised of supernatural creatures, like werewolves and vampires. One night, my colony was ambushed by a tribe and I was turned. 

They wanted me to join them but I refused. In America, the sun was much brighter. I had to go back to England. Since it's always dreary there, I could manage to go outside a little more. I got a decent job and had a nice little apartment. As long as no one discovered my secret, I was fine. The truth always comes out eventually though. 

The way I fed was by seducing women and leading them back to my apartment. I'd tie them up and drink them near death. Then I'd keep them as a food source for a little while before killing them completely. A hunter found me out and I had to leave town. While trying to run from him, I met Chris and Ricky. I told them my situation and they offered to bring me back to Hell with them. I guess they had only been there for a trip or something. 

From there, I was apart of the family. I learned how to fight and I eventually became apart of an elite military team. After the war, we retreated to a place in Alaska. We stayed there as long as we could. Carmella eventually found us. She had Chris' husband kidnapped and we had to go save him. Earth was unsafe for us after that. We decided to move to the dark elves' realm. Then Croc got taken here, and I came after him."

"So, you came here just to save him?"

"Well, that wasn't the only reason. After Chris died, Ricky and Ghost appointed me the kids' guardian. Felix was pretty bent out of shape about not getting to see Marci. I came to see if there was a way I could fix that problem, and it all eventually turned into this whole big mess. I didn't think I was going to like it as much as I did."

Asher sat up and moved himself over Ryan's lap. "Oh, yeah?" He teased, straddling his hips.

"You know, even though I slept with you, I'm not gay." He responded while moving Asher's hand back from his belt. 

"Is that so?" He leaned forward to get closer in his face, "Fine, then. Why don't you go fuck Angela? She's so beautiful. She's got those really nice tits, and I heard she's really good at giving head." Asher smiled when he realized what he was saying wasn't affecting Ryan at all. "What's wrong? Doesn't the thought of that little vixen turn you on?"

Ryan gritted his teeth, "What did you do to me?"

"I didn't do anything, other than make your mind realize what you truly desire. After all, you were born in a time when homosexuality wasn't accepted. Your mind was conditioned to have to be attracted to women, but I could see it in your eyes the second I met you. You were meant to be with a man."

He tightened his fist, "I swear, if you put an enchantment on me-"

"I promise I didn't." Asher leaned forward and gently kissed his cheek, "Lasciatevi essere libero*." He gently guided Ryan's hand onto the back of his leg, "Does it turn you on when I whisper Italian in your ear?"

Ryan grabbed him by his wrist to push him back. "Asher, stop this. I'm not your toy."

"Will you stop being in such denial! I'm just trying to help you, but if you want to continue life not knowing what it feels like to love someone, then be my guest. I don't need you." He sneered. Asher got off of him, storming out of the room. He slammed the door behind him, not paying much attention to where he was going. On accident, he ran into Dusk and fell onto the ground.

"Sorry!" She quickly apologized as she knelt down, "I was just looking for you. Something's wrong?"

He quickly wiped his eyes to stop himself from crying. Evil demons shouldn't cry. It's shameful. When he rarely got upset, he wouldn't want to speak English. Even if his own people betrayed him, talking in his native tongue comforted him. "Nessuno mai mi ascolta, nessuno si fida di me, non hanno mai ascoltare fino a quando è troppo tardi*." He rambled on.

Dusk helped him up to his feet. "Calm down and tell me what happened.

"Doesn't matter." He muttered, "Why were you looking for me?"

"Jasper wants to see us." She replied.

Great, he thought, as if this day wasn't bad enough. Asher had spent so many years being a lustful beast. He wanted to know what love truly felt like, but some people just couldn't be helped.

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Lasciatevi essere libero = Let yourself be free

 Nessuno mai mi... = No one ever listens to me. Nobody trusts me. They never listen until it's too late.