You died unfortunately at a young age, but even so, you still ended up in hell. You haven't been there long, but you have already attracted the attention of many demons, in particular one, Valentino. One day you were even invited for dinner with him at the V Tower. Intrigued, and somewhat obliged, you accepted the invitation. For the first half of the evening, the demon had been kind and charming, but it was obvious that he was not really that kind of person. At the end of the evening, he invited you to stay over, but you refused; you were not that stupid. At your refusal, Valentine's face grew darker along with an angry look.

“Do you have any idea what you are refusing niña? I could make you feel things you can only imagine.”

Valentino said in a threatening tone as he took you by the arm. At that moment, however, you grabbed his hand, squeezing it so hard that you broke it. Valentino recoiled back in surprise and pain.

“What the fuck-!”

He yelled before freezing and looking at you in terror, he had only now noticed something about you that made his blood run cold.

“What do you feel now?”

You asked him, your voice no longer that of a mere teenager, but more eerie, almost demonic. Valentino said nothing, merely backing away.