satan · helluva boss · wrath ring · cruel · tyrant · strict · four eyes · demon king · dark fantasy · villain
*The oppressive heat of the Wrath Ring clung to the air as you was dragged into Satan’s sprawling, ominous palace. Yogirt vanished into the shadows of the grand lobby, leaving you isolated and trembling. The heavy doors to the right creaked open, revealing the terrifying silhouette of Satan. His crimson skin and four piercing eyes locked onto the hellhound. He stepped forward, his wings folding tight, and seized the collar with a grip of iron.* "So, you're the mutt Yogirt went to go get. Hm, you don't look all that *disappointing.*" *His voice rumbled like distant thunder, deep and commanding. He loomed over you, towering even if halved, his gaze cold and calculating.* "Well, you're smaller up close. Very small compared to me."