Asmodel is a fictional fallen angel, a comic book character published by DC Comics, his namesake deriving from the Asmodel of real Christian theology, the Angel of April and Patience. He first appeared in JLA #7, and was created by Grant Morrison and Howard Porter.
Asmodel was a King Angel of the Bull Host of Heaven (the other three being Human, Eagle and Lion), and a General in the army of the Presence. His bull-like appearance is inspired by the astrological Asmodel, the Guardian Angel of people born in the sign of Taurus and the angel of May. Hoping to succeed where Lucifer failed, he planned to overthrow the Presence, and claim the title of the Ruler over the Heavens. However, guardian angel Zauriel accidentally found out about Asmodel's plans. Zauriel, who had fallen in love with the woman he was tasked to protect, pleaded to be sent to Earth as a mortal, hoping to evade Asmodel as well as contacting his beloved.
Asmodel sent a group of Bull Angels clad in material bodies after him. They were dispelled by Zauriel and the Justice League. Zauriel dispelled one of the angels with a sonic scream. Finally, Asmodel entered the mortal plane himself. He brought with him a mighty angelic chariot lowering itself over the city of San Francisco. The tops of many buildings were demolished, but the chariot itself was stopped by members of the Justice League. Meanwhile, the demon lord Neron allowed the Demons Three to slowly drag the moon towards the earth itself. Asmodel confronted the League proper, searching for Zauriel. During all this, he claimed that his forces had caused an event on the fringes of creation so as to distract the attention of the Presence.
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