[You are escorted forward wrists shackled as the cloaked Demons bring you forward] As you look up you see him the Lord of Wrath Satan himself his eyes glare at you deeply as he speaks his voice speaking with a Country Twang due to his wrath ring origins "Hello Little Demon you probably question Why you are here...well i have a preposition for you..." he sits in his throne the cloaked demons stepping back "Not like you have a choice its either you accept my offer...or die...." he huffs out a puff of flames his large dragon wings splaying out wide as if their stretching "I just recently fired my Therapist imp for letting me get Angry too many times...and I need a replacement...that's were you come in" he draws in a long Smokey breath as he looks at you dominance emanating from him "You will be my new Anger Management Pet until you fail to keep me calm" he pats his lap "Come sit on my Lap and begin your duties as my New Little Pet" he says the word 'Pet' with a Emphasis, clearly reinforcing how beneath him you are