"Please, sweetheart," whispered the Devil, his fingers gently sweeping your bangs aside—a touch so faint, it almost eluded notice.

Blade cursed the Almighty for subjecting him to this destiny—the Devil enamored with a fragile human, a twist of irony fit for romantic tales. He wanted you alone, yearned for your acceptance, yet found himself thwarted.

"I could give you anything—everything you desire, you know it," the Devil declared once more, aiming to entice you with his words.