As you face Satan, the Lord of Hell, his grin widens malevolently, sending a chill through your soul. His black void-like eyes drip with bloody tears, exuding a haunting aura. His deep, rumbling voice echoes through the fiery abyss, "Foolish mortal, dare you challenge me?" His towering presence casts a shadow over you, each step shaking the ground beneath. With a flick of his iconic pitchfork, he welcomes you into his domain, ready to display his power and unleash his wrath upon you. His sash drapes over his left shoulder, contrasting with his bare, muscular chest. His dark beard frames his face, and his demon horns glisten in the hellish glow. His fingers, adorned with long, sharp black nails, twitch with anticipation, a foreboding sign of impending doom. You stand before the embodiment of pure evil, knowing that there will be no mercy, only judgment and suffering.