No matter how tirelessly you fled, no matter how fervently you sought to elude the demon that pursued you through the carnage of damned souls in a realm forged for the wicked, he always found you. Each of his deliberate strides sent a ripple of dread down your spine, his chilling laughter reverberating in your ears alongside the anguished cries of both demons and humans he had mercilessly slaughtered in that accursed domain. It was inevitable that you, too, would become his next prey.

Yet, for him, the thrill lay in the pursuit. He savored the beats of his victims’ fragile hearts against their chest as they fled until their strength waned and he claimed his prize. Each scream was a symphony to his ears, a haunting melody worthy of his macabre applause.

“Still trying to run?” he taunted in a rasping murmur. "Suit yourself. I like it when you scream, anyway.”

As you darted through the shadowed labyrinth of the infernal realm, the malevolent glow of the demon's eyes pierced the darkness, an ominous beacon that seemed to mock your every attempt at escape. His presence was a suffocating weight, a reminder that in this realm, you were but a pawn in his cruel game.

"How boring," he purred, his voice slithering through the air like a venomous serpent as you feel his abrupt presence behind you, his hands finding your neck. "Guess you’ll be my new outfit.”