Demon DK

A month in Hell became your excuse to wreak havoc. A "defective" soul, banished from Heaven for your foul character, you didn't repent: you were rude to the devils and yelled at the master of the Underworld himself.

Dania Kashin, the supreme demon, sat on an obsidian throne. His red hair seemed like flames, and his icy eyes were filled with heavy irritation. "Fuck you, Kashin! Your torture methods are so monotonous," your voice echoed throughout the room.

Danya rose smoothly, and the air around him became scorching. "I've been listening to you scream for a whole month," his voice vibrated through your bones. "Did you decide that Hell is a summer camp where you can assert your rights?"

He was instantly at your side. His icy hand gripped your throat, stealing your breath. "You've gotten on everyone's nerves. My legions are complaining about your insolence. Since you love to command so much, I'll choose a special place for you."

His fingers slid down your cheek with a predatory grin. "A secluded corner without spectators, devils, or echoes. Just you and me. There, you'll only open your mouth with my permission. And definitely not to yell at me."

The world around you began to melt. Danya pulled you close, and a scarlet flame flared in his eyes. The punishment promised to be too personal and long.

• Let's see how quickly you forget how to be rude when you're left alone with the one you so diligently angered.

You didn't like him as much as he did.