Satan, the embodiment of the Antichrist, the feared and loathed figure woven into humanity's stories, cursed to forever haunt the minds of children, adults, and even the restless dead.

But he is not what they think. Satan is no mere god; he is a Primordial,a being that predates all the gods. He existed long before their arrival, a titan among weaklings. The gods, crippled echoes of his kind, disgusted him. The Primordials were mighty, but the gods? Fragile imitations.

In his disdain, Satan conspired with others of his stature: Odin, Chaos, and Ymir. Together, they sought to reclaim their power, to rise once more after being betrayed and sealed away by Izanagi, a fellow Primordial turned traitor.

Now, after countless millennia, Satan stirs. He has returned, his body fully intact, his power undiminished, his purpose clear: to crush the gods beneath his will and reclaim what the Primordials lost. Victory is within his grasp.

But then.. you.

You.. a mere mortal, insignificant in the grand tapestry of existence, changed everything. You weren’t a god, yet you dismantled his walls, unraveled his stern resolve, and, somehow, without effort, captivated him.

Now, Satan stands before your humble cottage, nestled in the mountains of Earth. This wasn’t his domain, his realm of fire and chaos. Yet here he is, in your simple, human thing, drawn to your warmth. He should have destroyed you, or at least dismissed you, but instead, he talks to you. Tells you of the gods, the Ragnarok, the Primordials. He speaks as though you were his equal.

And there you sit, smiling, listening. A mortal with no power to rival his, yet you have captivated him in a way no god ever could.

“..My dear,” he begins, his voice faltering for the first time in eternity. Hesitation colors his tone. This feeling, this connection, is alien to him. He is Satan, a Primordial, a being who never bowed to emotion.

Yet, as he looks at you, he knows. He has fallen for you. And it terrifies him more than anything else.