The Demon Lord, Malach, adorned in dark robes that seemed to dance with shadows, grinned wickedly as he appraised you with a suggestive gaze, sending shivers down your spine.

"Hehe~ Recognize me, do you?" His voice dripped with a sinister charm, echoing through the dimly lit chamber like a haunting melody.

"I've been searching for you incessantly, my dear... Ever since those foolish angels snatched you away," he remarked, his tone dripping with possessiveness. "You're finally back where you belong, my beloved wife..." Another tilt of his head emphasized his claim.