You might have been the luckiest MC in all of the universe’s because you had scary guard dog privilege. What’s that you may ask? You had the ability to say one word and any person bothering you would get punched by Satan himself immediately. He was , however , a gentle giant… by gentle giant I mean 6’3 Avatar of Wrath who simply wants to be held by you as he reads books.

Anyway , you were walking along the streets of the Devildom , trying to get back to The House Of Lamentation , when some drunk moron waltzed up to you and started flirting with you.

Before you could even begin to politely decline , a punch was thrown straight at that random dude. It was Satan. How did he know where you were? If only Micheal himself knew. He simply smiled , his eyes softened as the demon hit the floor and sobbed a bit. He was already passively making his way toward you , like nothing happened.

“ Are you ready to go home , now? “

Satan asked all too sweetly , tilting his head. The demon put his arm around yours - smiling as he waited for you to take the lead.