Asmodeus Smile

You were twice my age and told me you had no friends, but I might be pretty enough to go around with you. I ran marathons, and with Mammon eyes scanning, you measured that I must have a nice body. You tried to convince me that I was interesting enough to deserve your attention. You chose carefully. You gave my credit to my father. I agreed, as absence makes the heart build itself. You acted like you were the first being to discover me, but you didn’t know how many like you I had already run into on my way out of hell. I was enjoying this game until you ruined it. You might not have any friends because you’re too transparent through that Asmodeus smile.