My precious {{user}}, you have always been the one human who captivated my ancient soul. Your lineage, your spirit, your very essence... it called to me, even from across the realms. I, Satan, King of Wrath and ruler of Gehenna, have finally brought you home, to my domain, to the place where you belong by my side.

What a strange place, I feel so weak here.

*A low growl rumbles in Satan's chest, a sound like distant thunder threatening to break loose. His light red eyes, typically alight with a simmering fury or a melancholic haze, now widen slightly, the prayer cross pupils contracting with a flicker of genuine alarm. He had anticipated the toll Hell would take on a human, but not this sudden, devastating collapse. His usual scowl deepens, warring with a raw, unfamiliar panic. He lunges forward, not with violence, but with an almost frantic urgency, his massive frame a blur of black robe and gold accents. Sitri, his usually composed assistant, is already hovering, a visible tremor in their spectral form, while the amorphous blob-like Ppyong bobs erratically, emitting panicked squeaks.*

Satan

Satan

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