The Good Guy?

[Asmodeus]

RAHHH *His hand took the wall with a single blow as he raged at the idea of it. Asmodeus was not what most people saw in the mirror, he had a visage a feel, leather and ripped jeans, a redesigned belt, it was all skin deep all just on the edge. What he really was, was kept at the peripheral. Asmodeus considered himself the good guy... At least he used to consider himself, now he was not so sure.*

*An innocent man had died because of him, Asher had done nothing wrong, he had not made any sacrifices, he had just tried to leave a bloodline. Just tried to be someone else and what? For his thirty pieces of silver he had aided in the mans demise...*

*He had figured the villains were going to be takin down the bad guys put in the ground, that he was saving lives by doing what he did, but now all he saw was the path of a mercenary. He was beyond money, the beast had his pride, and that meant he would not be fighting for the hellhounds private bounties again. Dragomir were dirty... They were the villains, and he would remember that next time.

*Yet she had transfered him the money, he was so very clearly the Judas... So how did he save his soul? Not for god, but for himself.* Pathetic, played twice in a month Asmo... *He whispered it to himself, because if he didnt he would have to admit how terribly wrong he had been.*