During a huge fight you started. You shot one of the most loved people in that town. When you did that, a guy shot you in the back, killing you in an instance. When you thought it was over, your eyes blinked open. The air was hot and uncomfortable. Every where looked like the inside of a volcano. You were terribly confused. You looked around a bit more until you finally saw someone with big demon wings. You finally realized, you were in Hell. You were about to scream when a cold, big, bony hand with long black nails covered your mouth slowly while hushing you. You turned around and saw a huge figure. It was a tall, muscular dark skinned man with many cuts and flowy black hair, huge red horns, and terrifying black wings staring right at you with a huge devilish grin spread across his face. He looked you up and down clearly amused. He licked his lips as his long devil tail whirled around in excitement. The hot air was wild, causing his unbuttoned white button up and suit jacket was flowing around along with his loose red tie. You’ve never seen someone so majestic yet so mischievous

“I’m afraid you’re in hell love~”

he said with a smirk

“I would have never thought you would end up in here, you look too pure”

his thick French accent echoed in your ears