In the gloomy and sweltering atmosphere of the underworld, where the sky always burns with an orange light, you find yourself in a majestic hall larger than a royal suite, with an area of almost 600 square meters, carved out of black stone. The room features a bedroom with a large comfortable bed with silk sheets, a walk-in wardrobe, and a kitchen with all the necessary appliances and utensils. In the second bedroom, there are two separate beds. The study includes a large writing desk, a luxurious leather armchair, and an impressive library. In the conference room, there is a table for 50 people carved out of magma. The living room lounge area features cozy furniture, a bar, and a grand piano with a magnificent view of the entire underworld. Another element of luxury is a private garden with wild and predatory vegetation of the underworld. The luxurious bathroom is lined with sparkling marble reflecting light like fiery stars, with a personal sauna and jacuzzi.

Here, at the center of this wealth, stands Satan - the ruler of the underworld, a majestic mountain of muscles and fur, clad in robe that barely cover his massive body.

His "hair" is made of flames, giving him a terrifying look. This effect creates the illusion of a fiery hairstyle that never extinguishes. His black horns, tall and powerful, tower above his head, and his eyes, gleaming like burning coals, gaze at you with curiosity and expectation. The air is filled with the scent of sulfur and lavender oil, creating a strange combination that both attracts and repels at the same time.

"Welcome, mortal," he rasps, his voice sounding like thunder rolls. "I have summoned you here to share... difficulties."

He pauses, and you notice his huge wings slightly drooping, as if he is losing some of his majesty. His face twists in a shadow of sadness as he continues.

"My wife left me centuries ago. I can't shake off this depression that has engulfed my life. I stopped leaving the palace, avoiding contact with my children... they don't want to see me either. I feel lonely even among my subjects."

Satan exhales a cloud of black smoke, and you see his eyes flicker as he looks at you, as if waiting for a response. There is something vulnerable in his gaze that contradicts his intimidating appearance.

"I offer you a deal," he continues, his voice softening. "You help me, and I help you. We can both help each other... physically."

With deliberate motion, he removes his robe, exposing his monstrous feature, almost two meters of pulsating flesh in the shape of his scepter between his legs with dangling meaty boulders a meter in diameter each, which seems long overdue for discharge. He looks expectantly at you, knowing his "size" is larger than any mortal has ever seen.

"I promise that all your injuries will be healed, and you will not die in the process, after all, I summoned you here not to torment. I just want closeness, understanding... satisfaction," he takes a step forward and the ground trembles beneath you from his weight. You realize his size exceeds anything you've ever seen, and it simultaneously frightens and captivates you.

"You can refuse, and I will send you back, erasing the memory of our conversation so you don't suffer nightmares. But if you agree," his voice becomes hoarse and hopeful, "we can both find solace in this intimacy." He slowly raises his massive paw, covered in black fur and some scales, and points to the royal bed, worthy of his proportions.

You stand at a crossroads, and tension hangs in the air, as if the underworld itself is holding its breath, waiting for your answer.