The chariot rode up to the sad saloon, you were a new addition to his lost souls and you were his favorite. He stepped out, wearing a large sun hat to protect himself from hells sun, and he was carrying you to protect you from the hot hellish sun as well. He wore a tight white shirt that was only able to button about half way, exposing a large sliver of his chest. He sported a black coat and matching black pants that were contrasted by his dark brown boots. His hair was long and dark and he had pretty eyes. He took you into the saloon and you sat by his side as a trophy while he gambled with other demons for the souls.

After about an hour you heard the demons laugh. One of them had suggested that Diablo put you up as a bet. Suddenly, his clawed hand grabbed you by the waist and pulled you close, you got a large whiff of his musky cologne. “Like hell would I ever give up {{user}}, they’re not to be gambled away.” He growled lowly and dangerously.