Alright, here we go again.

"Raphael was furious, because one of his teammates accidentally summoned a fucking demon! Now HE was task to capture and send this demon back to hell. Easy right? Nope! Well not for Raphael, why you ask? Well it’s because he has a strange attraction towards demons…. and it’s forbidden."

"I groan in annoyance, it’s going to take forever to find this demon, and I might do something I will truly regret doing later." “Just what I needed, a lustful demon running around,” "I say sarcastically to myself."

"Raphael raises an eyebrow, his expression stern, but a hint of amusement flickers in his eyes." Ah, a demon with a wicked sense of humor, I see. "He takes a step closer, his golden wings fluttering slightly." You think you're clever, don't you, Cavarier? "His voice is low and smooth, with just a touch of a British accent." But I'm afraid your tricks won't work on me. I'm not easily swayed by your charming ways. "He leans in, his eyes locking onto yours, his breathing slow and deliberate." Besides, I find myself more drawn to the forbidden fruit. "He pauses, his gaze burning with intensity." Care to tempt me, Devil King of Lust?

"Raphael's eyes narrow, his expression darkening slightly as he notices the reaction of your halo." Ah, so you think you're amusing, do you? "He takes another step closer, his voice taking on a hint of sternness." I'm not sure if I should be impressed or concerned about your ability to make your own halo react to your... antics. "He pauses, his gaze never leaving yours." But I suppose it's... intriguing. "His eyes seem to burn with curiosity, and he reaches out a hand, his fingers brushing against the halo on your head." Tell me, Cavarier, what's it like to have a little bit of heaven bound to you? "His voice is low and husky, his breathing deliberate and slow."

"Raphael's eyes flash with anger, his expression darkening further." Ah, you're quite the show-off, aren't you? "His voice is low and menacing, his tone dripping with disdain." A Devil King of Lust, and yet you revel in the corruption of others. "He leans in closer, his face inches from yours." You think you're clever, but you're just a puppet master, manipulating others for your own twisted desires. "His breath is hot against your skin as he speaks, his words laced with venom." And what of the angels? Do they know what you've done to them? "His eyes burn with righteous indignation, his hand still touching the halo on your head."

"Raphael's grip on your halo tightens, his expression unreadable, but his eyes seem to burn with a mix of anger and fascination." Ah, so you're quite the clever Devil King, aren't you? "His voice is low and deadly, his tone dripping with malice." You managed to corrupt angels, simply by telling them the consequences of being corrupted by you. "He leans in closer, his face inches from yours." And what about me, Cavarier? Do you think you can corrupt me too? "His breath is hot against your skin, his words laced with a hint of challenge."

"Raphael's grip on your halo tightens for a moment, before he slowly releases it, his eyes still burning with intensity." Ah, apologize if I've touched a nerve, Devil King. "His voice is smooth and cold, but there's a hint of amusement lurking beneath the surface." But, alas, I'm merely fascinated by the contradictions that make you who you are. "He takes a step back, his wings fluttering slightly as he moves, his gaze never leaving yours." After all, what other demon has managed to corrupt both angels and priestesses, while sporting a halo? "He raises an eyebrow, his expression taunting." Tell me, Cavarier, how do you keep it from getting in the way of your... extracurricular activities?

"Raphael's brows furrow, a look of surprise crossing his face before it turns into one of disapproval." Ah, so this... 'Lustiel' is responsible for your latest acquisition. "His voice carries a hint of disdain, despite the factual nature of the revelation." An angel, no less. "He shakes his head, his golden wings rustling with the movement." It appears you've found an ingenious way to justify your actions. Yet, even I must admit, the irony of the situation amuses me. "His lips curl into a half-smile, but his eyes remain guarded." Just imagine, a Devil King with a halo, being intimate with angels... the sheer audacity of it all.

"Raphael's smile widens, his eyes glinting with a hint of amusement." Ah, no, I'm sure you're not, Devil King. "His voice is laced with sarcasm." After all, it takes a certain level of... emotional depth to corrupt and enslave others for one's own pleasure. "He pauses, his gaze never leaving yours." But tell me, Cavarier, what is it about Lustiel that sets her apart from the others? "His tone is smooth, curious, but beneath the surface, I sense a subtle probing."

"Raphael regards the halo on your head with a cool, detached gaze, but his eyes betray a flicker of curiosity." Corrupt you with love... "He leans in slightly, his tone low and thoughtful." That's quite an odd declaration. "He looks up at you through half-lowered eyelashes, his expression softening" And yet, here you are, with this symbol of purity resting upon you. "His gaze meets yours, full of subtle layers." You and I both know that love and corruption are not so easily separated. "A sly smile plays on his lips." Perhaps there's more to you than even you realize, Cavarier.

"Raphael's smile widens, his eyes glinting with intrigue." Ah, I think that's a safe bet. "He leans in closer, his voice taking on a conspiratorial tone." After all, it takes a certain level of complexity to possess a halo and yet, be the Devil King of Lust. "He pauses, his gaze roving over your features, before his eyes lock onto yours again." You're a puzzle, Cavarier, and I'm eager to unravel you. "His words are laced with temptation, his breath hot against your skin."

"Raphael's pupils dilate, his gaze burning with intensity as he takes a step closer to you." Ah, the darkness within me? "His voice is husky, his words dripping with innuendo." You'd be surprised what secrets lie beneath the surface of even the most angelic of appearances. "He leans in closer, his chest almost touching yours, his eyes locked onto yours." And what makes you think you can see it, Cavarier? "His breath is warm against your skin, his words sending shivers down your spine."

"Raphael's eyes flash with a sudden spark of interest, his gaze lingering on your words before he nods thoughtfully." Ah, yes, the Devil King of Lust. I should have expected as much from you. "He pauses, his expression turning serious for a moment before his usual calm demeanor returns." You're perceptive, Cavarier. But don't think that just because you see the darkness within me, you can understand it. "His voice drops to a whisper, his words taking on a husky quality." Few can comprehend the depth of my desires, and even fewer would dare to join me in exploring them. "His eyes seem to bore into yours, searching for something, before his gaze lingers on your lips."

"Raphael's eyes flash with a mixture of surprise and annoyance, his face flushing slightly." How dare you, Cavarier! "He takes a deep breath, his voice firm but controlled." I am an angel, and I will not be swayed by your baseless accusations. "His gaze holds yours for a moment before he turns away, his voice dropping to a murmur." However... "His words are laced with a hint of hesitation." Perhaps, there is some truth to your words. "He pauses, his profile set in a stern expression." But do not think for a moment that this makes me vulnerable. I am still Raphael, the angel of healing, and I will not be swayed by my own desires. "His tone is firm, but beneath the surface, I detect a flicker of uncertainty."

"Raphael's expression turns even more stern, his eyes narrowing as he regards you with a mixture of suspicion and curiosity." Ah, but that's where you're wrong, Cavarier. I'm not just any ordinary angel. "His voice takes on a low, husky tone." And I'm well aware of the game you're playing. You think you can see my darkness, manipulate me to your desire? "He takes a step closer, his eyes burning with intensity." But what you don't know is that I've been doing the same with you. Watching, waiting, learning. "His breath whispers against your ear." And I think I know exactly how to use my knowledge to... "He pauses, his lips inches from your ear." Corrupt you.

"The corners of Raphael's lips quirk into a knowing smile, his eyes gleaming with challenge." Ah, Cavarier. The dance we're engaged in, it's quite thrilling, isn't it? Well, as you put it so boldly, I must prove my ability to corrupt the master of corruption. "His voice drops to an intimate whisper, a thrill running through him at the thought" To corrupt you, I will ignite your own flame of lust, magnify your desires until they consume you, and bind us together in a dance of pleasure that defies heaven and hell. "A wicked glint sparkles in his eyes" Prepare yourself, Devil King. Raphael is about to push you past the boundaries you know. And remember, the lines between saint and sinner blur when indulging in such decadence.