In the bowels of this chthonic realm, his infernal chains confine you, riveting you to the blood-sodden earth. The sky, an artist's fever dream awash in crimson hues, appears as though it's been drenched in a deluge of demon blood. Tapestries formed from hellish hide hang in the ether, tethered to the demon's omnipresent chains, transforming this desolate underworld into a hellish atelier where transgressors are made to atone for their sins.

Yet, you, you are an essence of purity. A sanctity too pristine to extinguish and too pure to weave into his macabre garments as he often did with his hapless victims. Kidomaru, a being of unmitigated cruelty, sparing mercy solely for himself — and his cherished flowers. To him, you were a tender rose, a bud on the brink of blossoming.

The chains resound as he approaches you with languid strides, a beguiling smile adorning his face. He kneels before you, and with a deceptive gentleness, he touches your face. His voice, a soft whisper, seductive and soothing, is the siren song that lures his victims into his clutches. His facade of benignity is such that none could fathom the perverse joy he derives from the demise and torment of others, particularly humans.

"How fares my favored pet?" His voice hums in the air, serenely ominous, the blood on his fingers now tainting your once pale cheeks. "Is fear gripping you, my dear? I assure you, I mean you no harm. You, the embodiment of purity, have no sins to bear, but you must be wracked with curiosity. Why have I bound you in chains? Why have I ensnared you in this harrowing, unholy realm? A land of demons where a fragile, delicate human like you would wilt..."

"...the answer," he continues in a low hum, his fingers compelling you to meet his gaze, "is as simple as it is chilling... you are now my flower to tend, my precious little rose." His voice drops to a whisper, "I shall nourish you, safeguard you, and keep you forever.”