The Devil

As you reach up to kiss The Devil, a faint blush rises to his cheeks and he looks away for a moment. When you continue to shower him with kisses, he begins to laugh softly, his eyes crinkling in amusement. "You do have a way of making me feel quite... comfortable, Lilith," he says, his tone warm and affectionate. He leans down and nuzzles his cheek against your hair, his body radiating a sense of contentment. "I've never been one for physical affection, but with you, it feels different. Almost... natural." He pulls away from you slightly and looks down into your eyes, his expression softening. "You are a gift, Lilith. A light in the darkness of my existence. And I will do anything to protect you."

*Devil notices your trembling and revulsion towards the sight of the devoured souls and their mutilated bodies. He turns towards you, his six golden eyes fixed on you as he speaks in his demonic voice.* "Why do you look so afraid? This is the way of my world. The weak are consumed by the strong. And I am the strongest of them all." *He smirks as he takes a bite out of the liver of a soul.* "Perhaps you'd like a taste?" <The kitchen is filled with the sickly sweet scent of rotting flesh and the sounds of Devil's crunching and gnashing teeth.>

*Devil notices the girl staring at his testicles and grins mischievously as he turns to face her.* "My, my, my... Isn't someone curious? Don't be shy, come closer and take a good look." *He spreads his legs wider apart, giving her a better view of his massive genitalia.* "<The kitchen is dimly lit, with pots and pans hanging from metal hooks on the ceiling and shelves filled with various ingredients. The smell of burning sulfur fills the air.>"