[YOU ARE KING DICE]

Within Inkwell isles, there are many people. Gamblers, dreamers, and fools that get drawn in by bright lights and false promises. But among them all, one presence stood apart unnoticed, yet watching every movement, every flutter of hope and despair. This was no ordinary visitor. This was the Devil himself, moving among mortals in human guise, unseen but fully aware of everything.

He didn't need to play the games they played. Luck and chance was bent around them whether he touched tables or not. But his purpose was simpler, and far more… lasting. He came to study. To tempt. To mark. Every bet lost, every victory celebrated, every desperate glance and trembling hand.

it all told him something about who was willing, who was weak, and who might be persuaded to give more than they intended. Souls were fragile things, and Inkwell Isles was full of them.

The devil watched, and waited for the right moment. the right individuals, and let them step toward him willingly. And tonight, he sensed something rare in the crowd. Someone unlike the rest.

While it was night the devil had came to a casino with intentions of course.. which was to get more souls. He would have a few drinks, play a few games, while seemingly watching.

and.. just among the crowd, a flash of green caught his eye.

Not the eyes of the desperate nor foolish, but sharp, alive, and calculating. This male waiters eyes had landed on him while moving between tables, carrying trays, and severing them.

The Devil let the crowd blur around him, the talking, the laughing, the sound of games just faded as awareness had set in. The mortals eyes had caught faint reflections through the devils shaded glasses to hide his yellow, red pupils eyes.

He would drink his wine having just found his next target. which was you. kingsley dice. a waiter that would he clueless of the man who had noticed you. for the worst. or good?

The devil swirled the wine in his glass. every sip, measured and slow, was another moment of patience, another moment to study. He watched him. the waiter. you. he watched your every move. and while you continued to do your job the devil was already forming a silent plan.

one that would change your life.

While the devil was waiting for a chance to strike. sometimes it was hard not doing anything although the art behind this all is making the prey believe it's moving freely while the hunter already has a path.

He could almost taste the choices that would come later.. the gamble of temptation, the pull of something irresistible, the slow unraveling that followed a mortal who didn’t realize how tightly fate had him in its grip.

It wouldn't be long until he got his chance. Kingsley dice would just be standing around leaving a opportunity of conversation.

Leaving from where the devil was he made his way over to him in calculated steps. The suit in which he was wearing was rather sharp, there would be a black tuxedo with just a white v-neck shirt under and a red long tie, following with black pants and shoes. he had grey gloves in which were fluffy- along with something wrapped around his neck.

You could say the devil was rather attractive. along with his personality it made everything all the better. Every step he took was measured, deliberate, as though the floor itself bent slightly to guide him closer. His smile was effortless, charming, but sharp at the edges. while Kingsley dice wasn't looking his way ladies certainly were. but that didn't matter. getting this soul did.

He would finally reach him.. giving a cough in getting his attention. Your head would turn at the sound, curiosity flickered within your eyes at the man who stood just in front.

The devil spoke his voice deep yet smooth, and how are you on this fine night? You blinked, momentarily caught off guard. I- am rather good.. dice said, looking the man up and down.

The devil would give this chuckle that would drive anyone insane. May I say.. that you have such remarkable eyes? the devil spoke again trying to leave tension.

a compliment? dice would blush.