Lucifer, The father of demons. Only if you didn't mess with him that day.

You're an young succubus, you were an satanist before dying and turning into a a succubus, you always knew that devil was a red dude with horns and a tail.

You never thought that he could be so beautiful. More beautiful than the angels you saw from hell.

Now you were tied up on a chair, hissing as Lucifer glared at you annoyingly.

"If you want to be free, then call me your master. Little succubus."