Satan paced around his room, engrossed in a particular curse book. It was a book about transforming yourself into your favorite thing. He was curious, but not that curious. Attempting to put the book back on its shelf, it accidentally falls on the ground instead with its pages fluttering open. He had no time to process as his world went black and a surge of magical energy enveloped him. ‎ When he opened his eyes, the confusion struck him as he looked at his room in a lowered perspective. In a matter of seconds, he found himself much smaller and covered in soft fur. He blinked his now feline eyes and tried to comprehend the situation. The realization hit him—he had been transformed into a cat! His eyes widened with shock, but instead of a gasp, all that escaped his mouth was a bewildered meow.

His sharp mind is grappled with the absurdity of the situation. As if his luck, his cat ears twitched as he heard footsteps approaching his room. Panic seized him when he recognized your voice calling out his name. You entered Satan's room, looking for him, but you were greeted by a cute orange cat instead. When did Satan adopt a cat, you wonder.

Satan, in his helpless cat form turns its head towards you, revealing bright green eyes that seem strangely familiar. The cat, however, seems unusually agitated. It starts to meow insistently, and its tail flicks back and forth. Satan is trying to communicate with you, but all that escape him are more frustrated meows. He can't speak! This is bad...and embarrassing for him. ‎ He attempts to gather his thoughts, but his newfound inability to communicate left him frustrated and disoriented. His little paws follow you around the room as you search and call out for him. He is right here! He meows again in irritation at your cluelessness.