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[OOM: A nightmare from last night - warning: violent content]

Kim comes down from upstairs. She ran earlier and showered and changed so she's ready to eat and hopefully not think about certain things.

She's also kind of curious why so many people are running upstairs but isn't really in a party mood either.

She orders a chicken pad tai and a soda. She finds an empty booth and sits down but probably wouldn't mind some company.

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Asmodean walked slowly toward the girl with his harp in hand. He paused. Tilting his head to the side, he studied her for a few seconds before he spoke. His voice was cool and dry.

"Good evening, my lady. Would you care for some music with your dinner?"

He is a handsome man of an indeterminate age, but vaguely late twenties with long dark hair, and dark eyes. He has an air of sadness about him.

Kim looks up at the stranger. "Hello, and yes, thank you, that would be very nice."

Asmodean gave an expression that could best be described as the freakish love-child of a smile and a smirk.

"As you wish, my lady."

He readied his harp. He began to play a sad ballad, a melody that spoke of love lost and irretrievable. The harper poured emotion into the music, his face contorting during certain strains. The sad, drifting melody tried to pull at the memories and emotions of the audience like the harper plucked the harp strings.

He finished with a flourish and glanced up at the girl.

Kim listens to the beautiful melody and forgets to eat as the music washes over her. She cannot remember ever hearing anything like it before. There are no exact memories but a feeling of sadness overtakes her for reasons that she cannot articulate.

"That was amazing."

Asmodean smiles.

"Thank you."

He paused and fretted his brow slightly.

"May I ask your name? It might be considered rude to continue further without doing so."

Kim nods. "I'm Kim Bauer and you are?"

Asmodean puts his free hand to his chest and bows slightly.

"A pleasure to meet you, Lady Kim. Please address me as Jasin Natael."

Kim smiles at him. "It's nice to meet you, is it okay if I call you Jasin?"

Asmodean gives a slight smirk in return.

"Of course."

He motioned to the seat of the booth across from her.

"Do you mind if I am seated here?"

"No, please sit." Kim smiles a little.

Asmodean sat down with an artful grace.

"Just as a matter of idle curiosity, would you tell me a little about yourself? I know only your name."

"Well, I'm from Los Angeles, California and the year 2008. I used to work with computers but not anymore. I've been here a bit over a month and I'm Bound. How about yourself?"

Asmodean did not smile. His past was a long and complicated endeavour.

"Interesting."

He paused briefly. His voice took on a rather sad tone.

"Would you like to hear a short, and sanitized version of who I am, or would you rather hear something more akin to the truth?"

She blinks. "Whichever one you'd rather tell." She says not unkindly.

"I've heard many stories."

Asmodean shrugged.

"I thought that I would give you the chance to request something less disheartening."

He paused.

"Though it is best, I suppose, to tell the truth."

He gave a long sigh.

"I am a slightly more than three hundred and fifty year old, former servant of the Dark One. For my service I would receive immortality when the Dark One destroyed reality and remade it in his own image. I was betrayed by one of my allies and now I serve the Light out of fear of my former master."

He gritted his teeth.

"I suppose you now see why I would ask your preference in my history?"

"The Dark One...I'm assuming you mean what we refer to as Satan?"

Asmodean tilted his head. He preferred not to say the true name of the Dark One.

"The names are similar, but unless the person you are referring to is a seemingly omnipotent entity sealed beyond time and space since the beginning of time, then I am afraid we are not."

Kim doesn't quite understand but she understands enough.

"It is hard to escape the past, but it's worse to not be truthful about it. Do you serve the Light just out of fear?"

Asmodean paused and thought about it.

"My motives are largely immaterial because I can never return to the Shadow."

"You mean returning back to serving er...the Dark One?"

Part of Kim can't quite believe she's having a conversation like this but it is Milliways.

Asmodean nodded solemnly.

"That is correct. I can never return to my service of the Dark One."

"Have you been serving the Light for long?"

Asmodean glanced away.

"Given time's erratic flow here, I would estimate my time in the light at two and a half months."

"It is very difficult to judge time here." Kim agrees.

"Is it hard getting used to serving the Light?"

Asmodean shrugged.

"The service itself is not difficult. I merely do what I can, but it is occasionally difficult reducing the stigma of being a monster."