Asmodeus hovered in the sky, watching the red beast. He couldn't help but marvel at its delicate features, a soft maw well-shaped with pristine crimson scales. Its aesthetic truly matched his tastes. Soft golden eyes curved into slanted ovals, with puffy nostrils.
He flapped his wings slowly, admiring the beautiful creature.
The Wyvern also watched him with a keen, observing eye. It tilted its head, narrowing its eyes while keeping at a safe distance from him.
For a moment, the two remained still.
Until it snorted flames before baring its teeth.
"ROAR!"
A powerful, yet feminine roar caused all who heard it to cover their ears and shake. Yet Asmodeus just nodded at the Wyvern. "I've decided." He said with a smile. The beast's pupils shrank, focusing on Asmodeus.
But it did nothing else.
Just silently watched him.
"I'm going to make you my mount!"
"A beauty like you should be with me, not that ugly old man!"
