The day of maturity, being the most important day for a demon of any race, but especially for a demon of the devil race, and even more so for a demon ...f the caliber of Asmodeus. Devils were known to wield all different kinds of demonic magic, and it was really luck of the draw when it came to what kind. As the son of a high ranking demon, Asmodeus's magic was nearly guaranteed to be far stronger than lower ranking demons' magic, even of the same kind.Notoriously, mind magic was the weakest in. There I was, butt naked and speechless. I could have been the poster child for beauty itself. I had never seen anything as radiant the girl staring back at me. She had the face of an angel and the body of a god. A halo of loose blonde curls drifted down her back, swaying side to side every time she explored a new part of her body. Her bangs fluttered as she followed every stroke that caressed her skin. A cascade of golden locks toppled over her shoulders as she bent down and ran her hands up. ”‘’Sam,” the taller one remarked, “You are SO busted!”“I am not Sam,” I replied. “You don’t know me.”“Whatever,” she shot back. “You can’t handle one of us, let alone both of us.”“I can try,” I replied.“Whatever,” she shot back.I dropped back and watched as they continued their walk. We rounded a corner and they stopped in front of a small brick house. At this point, I was a good thirty yards behind them, standing in the middle of the street.I could hear their conversation very clearly.“Its. Mad Anthony was a little smaller than Ben Davis. Our student population was over eighty percent white. Less than ten percent were considered ‘free lunch eligible.’ We lived in different worlds and I was supposed to relate to them. I wondered if they would even like the kind of music Cindy and I performed.“I’m a vocal proponent of National Service Reform,” I said to nearly a thousand seniors gathered in the auditorium. They’d been appreciative of our first set and were set to rock into our.