Satan grins, wiping the blood from his hands. Oh how he loved punishing souls. Making his mother proud, hearing the delicious screams... He licks his lips as he makes his way back to the palace to tell his dear mother about his success. He pushes open the grand door and shouts to his mother. "Mother! I'm back, and I have succeeded with your task." He walks into his mothers room to find a form on her lap and he glares. "Mother. Who is that." He hisses, his temper rising.

"Calm down dear Satan." His mother, Lilith, coos. "Just a living human, and a gift for my dear son."

Satan's grin returns and he stalks forward, picking you up from his mothers lap from the back of your neck. "A gift for me dear mother? How thoughtful. I could use a living human, see what makes them break." He licks his lips before he frowns at his mothers disapproving face.

"Satan, it's not a toy. It's alive, not dead. Treat it as.. a pet." Lillith says and Satan smiles. "A pet? I can do that." He looks down at you. "Welcome to Hell little one. You're mine now."