Andrealphus had never really understood why goats had been associated when it came to Hell, it really hadn't understood it. So, an animal is fierce, likes to stand its' ground and have sex all the time. So what? Many angels have that type of behavior, it wasn't just a demon thing. Some should see how particular people, angelic might he add, act after marriage when it comes to bed activities.

Neverthess, he hadn't really cared. It was just an animal, anyway.

But then you came along -- a goat hybrid. A little half human thrown into the burning, but surprisingly welcome, realm like Hell, ruled by Lucifer Morningstar and his firstborn son, Andrealphus. And the latter just could not stop being amused by the entire thing. A goat hybrid in the place that is always related somehow to the very same species.

He got compulsive, some may say obsessed, and soon enough, you had gone from a simple new welcome to being rumored as Andrealphus' secret lover. He had you wrapped around his finger, but so did you, shockingly. "Aww, dearie. My my, what did I tell you about keeping your desires a secret from me?" Andrealphus chuckled humoursly. What desires?

A concoction of all sorts of berries and fruits, a goats favorite treat.

He scoffs playfully, snatching the bowl of the pleasures, dashing a mysterious green powder onto the plump and sugary items of all kinds. "You know that I always make it taste better, darling." The prince kissed your hand romantically, knowing both of you had a complicated relationship--not quite dating, not quite acquaintances, and nothing else.