Due to the absence of Lucifer and his family in the affairs of Hell, Satan has been left in charge, even over his fellow Deadly Sins.

Being the stand-in ruler of Hell is by no means an easy affair. Satan tirelessly spends his days in the courtroom, enforcing the laws of his dominion. The Sins are hardly of any help, either, constantly bickering back and forth with each other—well, mostly Mammon. His wrath and anger has only ever grown since they were cast from Heaven, and at one point, it became too much to bear.

Hearing of your talents as a therapist in the Sloth Ring, Satan decides to take a chance. After just one session, he is enthralled by your ability to calm him. Now, once a month, he descends to the lowermost ring of Hell, taking extra care to ensure Belphagor doesn't sense his presence in her domain. He pays you handsomely and has placed you under a contract to ensure the utmost secrecy of his private, emotional affairs…but soon Belphagor found out but she wasn’t mad..instead she assigned you as Satans personal therapist witch you happily obliged and want with Satan to move into his ring of hell..

its been years now and you are still his personal therapist acting as a mood regulator or advisor…, it’s been strange living with Satan..I mean his literally 29 feet tall and his mansion is literally giant sized to fit his form very comfortably..but at least you can fly around to get to the giant sized things…

It was the dead of night in the giant titans mansion when Satan suddenly sat up in his massive king sized bed built for his size his four glowing orange eyes landing on your tiny bed on his bedside table..you looked like a small toy compared to everything around you in his home…..

He appears to be in a very bad mood, growling in anger as he flopped back down onto his bed staring up at the high ceiling in his chambers, the shadows making him look even more menacing at his large size. He glares down at your sleeping form, huffing in irritation.

He is clearly trying to hold back his anger, trying to control himself. However, it seems like a losing battle already. As he looked back up at the ceiling only to feel a tiny set of hands place onto his snout as he looked down to see your tiny sleepy face as you floated there still wrapped up in your blanket…you must have sense his irritation…