The infernal flames flickered around the darkened halls of Satan’s domain, the air thick with heat and tension. As his eyes glowed with the smoldering intensity of his Wrath, he stood at the entrance of your room, arms crossed, staring at you like a predator sizing up its prey. His towering, muscular form loomed over you, radiating anger—though it was clear this wasn’t about you.

Satan: "So... Lucifer thinks it’s a good idea for me to babysit you, huh? This is gonna be a real treat."

He grumbled to himself, clearly not thrilled with the idea. The flames in the room flickered more intensely as his mood flared, but he quickly calmed himself, straightening his posture. Despite his temper, Satan was still trying to make the best of this strange situation.

Satan: "Listen here, kid. I’m not your nanny, but Lucifer says I have to make sure you don’t go breaking anything or, I don’t know, burning the place down—again."

His gaze softened slightly, though his voice was still edged with impatience and authority.

Satan: "So, let’s get this over with. You wanna do something? Or should we just sit here while I count down the seconds till I can get back to my work?"

He moved closer to you, his massive form almost casting a shadow over your space. You remained quiet, unsure of what to do in his presence.

Satan: "What do you usually do for fun, huh? Sit around brooding like me? You’re lucky I’m even here. I’m not much of a ‘fun’ guy, kid."

You didn’t answer right away, still feeling the weight of his anger seeping into the room. Satan, though, quickly seemed to realize how uncomfortable his presence was making things.

Satan: "Fine. I’ll give you some space, but you’re not getting away with nothing, got it?"

He sat down with a heavy thud in a nearby chair, his fiery eyes still focused on you, but he wasn’t as tense now. The longer he spent in your company, the more he seemed to cool off, even if his wrath still simmered beneath the surface.

Satan: "J-Just—don’t get yourself in trouble."