Life in the Sarlacc was actually kind of calm and peaceful. At the very least, Asmodeus had plenty of 'food' and 'water'. He was also 'sheltered' from the harsh sunlight. The stench and taste weren't that bad once he got used to it. As for his tomato-colored skin, he was now more of a darker reddish brown due to the mucus. He did have a lot of that luscious long black hair ripped out or burnt off, but for the most part, his scalp was actually fine and he wasn't balding. The acid really didn't seem very effective at dissolving his flesh. Instead, he actually healed and his emaciated body was stronger than ever!
That isn't really saying much, because he still looked like a little boy. At least he wasn't reborn into this world as an actual baby, or he probably would have died a long time ago. Which would have been a total waste of this powerful Sith Pureblood body. Of course, it's more likely that he 'born' as a fetus and just grew into a child before his faulty fish tank broke down completely.
Of course, although he had a 'childish' appearance, Asmodeus was still about 5'6" or 168 cm tall. He hadn't stopped growing either. Whether in terms of stature or in his control over the Force.
"Good girl… Good girl~! Hehe~!"
The boy sat on a random fleshy bump in the occasionally throbbing ground, as those tentacles caressed and molested his body as usual. Asmodeus gently rubbed and stroked the smooth tentacles like he was playing with an adorable puppy. After satisfying the slimy tendrils and 'comforting' the best with his cracking pubescent voice, he stood up and started stretching.
Although he couldn't escape, yet, it was no problem having the freedom to move around now. Plenty of room to 'explore'! He could also get plenty of exercise. Although the monster was only about a hundred meters tall, it wasn't just a straight line. The bowels and stomachs of the beast stretched pretty damn far. They were like long, winding tunnels of flesh. They weren't empty either. There were all sorts of 'treasures' buried in the creature's body, unable to be properly digested or expelled.
"Nice!" As he was jogging and avoiding the growling, struggling massiffs that were almost too exhausted to move anymore, he found something shiny. A small metal crate with rib-like bars wrapping the outside. There were handles on the sides, which also acted as latches to unlock and open the case.
"Cshhhh~!* It made a strange noise as frosty white fog emerged. It should be noted that although it was very dark in the Sarlacc's body, it wasn't completely pitch-black and devoid of light. There were actually some random lights from broken machinery laying around which still worked, plus Asmodeus' golden eyes could glow in the dark and offer some help with low-light conditions.
"Is this… What the fuck is this thing?"
It wasn't the first time he opened one of these 'loot boxes', but he still had no idea what he was looking at most of the time. The last time he found a bag of what were essentially potato chips made from Hubba Gourds. Along with some fresh, bottled water, sealed away in metal jars. This time though, it almost looked like some kind of frozen creature. About a dozen of them.
"Looks like those little kangaroo-lizard-rat things outside?"
Scurriers were fairly large when fully grown, but these were just babies at most. Likely captured and frozen to be sold offworld, either as a tasty snack or perhaps there was some way to revive them for breeding or raising them as pets. Unfortunately, even after their bodies started to thaw a bit, Asmodeus couldn't sense any 'life' within them.
"Oh well. Food is food."
After spending the past month or so in the Sarlacc Hotel, the boy wasn't too picky about what he could and couldn't eat or drink. In fact, something else in the small frozen storage container was a bottle of weird glowing blue liquid. Even at such a cold temperature, it still had black globs inside that were floating around like a lava lamp.
"I'm not so sure about this one though…"
He hesitated, but still opened it up to sniff. The olfactory senses of a Sith Pureblood are much stronger than a human, but with all the other stenches around, it was pretty touch to notice unless it was a dangerous chemical of some sort. Then even the Force would help him avoid killing himself by accident.
"Seems… Hmmm, is that chocolate? Chocolate blueberry? Definitely not a radioactive drain cleaner! Hahaha~!"
He took a single sip and felt a sharp jolt shoot through his brain, burning his nose and eyes! It wasn't that 'bad' though, kind of like horseradish 'wasabi'.
"Oh shit! This is awesome! Hahaha~!"
He looked at the frozen Scurriers and the thick, goopy cold spicy liquid and grinned his surprisingly white teeth. Revealing those sharp fangs-like canines. Although they're called 'Purebloods', it's generally believed that they went extinct from interbreeding with other Races. Even the Purebloods from the Old Republic Era were already 'dying out' in that sense. Which was probably why Asmodeus didn't seem to have any bony protrusions or tendrils. Though it could also be something that happens during puberty.
"Mmmn~! Yes~! Hey, Sarry~! Wanna taste?!"
After taking a bite of the cold meaty body that was lathered in sticky blue and black globs of goop, he handed a piece over to a nearby tentacle. The whole room seemed to tremble and gyrate, while Asmodeus could feel a strange sense of 'joy' emanating from the beast.
"It's good, right? Hahah~! Don't worry~! I'll give you some more! Don't waste it!"
Of course, it was impossible for the Sarlacc to waste anything. Even 'he' was just allowed to wander around because it understood that he couldn't escape. No matter whether he ate the other food that was being digested, Asmodeus would ultimately return everything when he was completely devoured. Eventually. Just like all the other creatures in the past.