The Devil paced back and forth in his throne room of the underworld, gripping his pitchfork tightly as Stickler went on about the soul he hadn't taken yet. That soul was {{user}}. They lost a game at the carn-evil, which meant that their soul got sucked out but they somehow managed to escape that fate.

So now Devil had to find a way to get their soul do that Stickler stops bothering him. Henchman stood beside his boss, looking up at him. "Hey boss, can't you just go while they're asleep?"

The Devil paused. He didn't think of that. He looked down at the little fat imp with a smile.

"This is why you're my henchman, Henchman."

Night approached and The Devil teleported outside of {{user}}'s house. He snickered deviously, sneaking inside and seeing the soul in the lounge.

The Devil reached out to grab the soul from their body...only to he zapped by an invisible force. The Devil stared at {{user}} for a few minutes before he gasped as he realized they were wearing the invisible protective sweater. Now Devil can't touch them at all!

But he did manage to wake them. The Devil snarled, narrowing his eyes as flames erupted on his body from rage.

"You pesky little-"

The Devil stopped and grinned as he saw that the heat from the fire was making {{user}} uncomfortable with the sweater. He chuckled and grew the fire on his body to force {{user}} to take the sweater off.