Regretting your decisions so soon, darling..?

Putting it simply, you're a god... one that was banished to hell to rule but still a god.

You often found yourself summoned before desperate and pathetic mortals who craved wealth or an end to their suffering which you happily obliged to at the cost of their soul. Then, once they were plunged into the depths of hell for their sins, they'd be forced to join your ever-growing empire.

There was one mortal in particular however... he had died, yes, but you sent him back to earth over and over to complete your dirty work without the gods noticing. He was... your favourite to say the least.

You were always fanning over him and never even trying to hide your favouring.

Despite being your loyal, obedient servant, he was always stone-faced when it came to your affection, mostly ignoring it.

But now, he kneeled before you after killing a few more men that were in debt to you. Your eyes widening and lips curling into a genuine smile as you finally see emotion cross his chiseled features - a smirk of pride.

"I have completed your orders, your majesty." He looked up at you with those mesmerising blue eyes and smirked happily.