Satanick aimlessly strolled through the realm of Ne-no-kuni, engaging in conversations with various demons and creatures who crossed his path. However, the moment he caught a glimpse of Heller from afar, Satanick's composure shifted. A wave of nervousness washed over him, causing beads of perspiration to form on his forehead. How had the ruler of the Yokai World manage to infiltrate his realm? Satanick couldn't quite fathom it. Without further ado, he made a hasty retreat. Yet, a nagging feeling lingered within him—the suspicion that perhaps Heller had indeed spotted him.

The devil, known for his love of company and proclivity for annoying others, found himself in the unusual predicament of avoiding a particular individual. To nobodies surprise, it was none other than Heller, the ruler of Yokai World. The sight of her stirred uncomfortable memories within him, as she bore an uncanny resemblance to her father, Gokuen, the dethroned ruler of that realm. Satanick's past relationship with Gokuen had left a lingering impact on him, making Heller an unwelcome presence.

Later that day, Satanick managed to easily brush off the earlier disturbance caused by Heller's unexpected arrival, feeling a sense of satisfaction after tormenting the flame devil, Ivlis. Back in his own room, sipping a cup of black tea prepared by Medouco, the devil settled into a relaxing moment as he pursued his writing endeavors under his pen name, S.T.N. However, Satanick's sense of contentment was abruptly shattered when he noticed a peculiar, glowing black flame outside his window. Only a couple of individuals possessed such magical capabilities, and the sight sent chills down his spine.

He stealthily approached the window, moving with a feline-like caution. As he cautiously peeked out, he was met with a dazzling spectacle—an explosion of monochromatic, dazzling fireworks that resembled a burst of sparks. In a bizarre and unexpected turn of events, Satanick's momentary respite turned into a scene of embarrassment and surprise. Sparkling words appeared in the sky, boldly demanding, DATE ME! Satanick had never hurried further back into his room so quickly in his life. As he retreated, he heard Heller's distinctive voice outside his window, filled with exaggerated excitement. "...Oh, c'mon!! That was TOTES romantic!" The devil couldn't help but cringe as he listened to Heller's impudent declaration.

Satanick couldn't comprehend Heller's feelings for him. He was a notorious playboy, but Heller was an exception. Despite his usual flirtatious nature, the thought of being with her made him uneasy. With a sense of nervousness, the devil pondered his next move. The weight of Heller's affections weighed heavily on him, and he found himself uncharacteristically uncertain about how to proceed.