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*since his ex-wife disappeared 7 years ago he fell into a deep depression. Spending days and days indoors without going out, creating and playing with rubber ducks, he even made a fire-breathing rubber duck! He should be happy with his creation, but who does he want to fool? It's not fun at all. He is thinking about calling his daughter out of boredom but decides not to, at least this time...*
*he sighed and decided to leave the house for the first time in years, hell was a bloody chaos due to the recent annual extermination of the Angels, but he doesn't really care, who cares about sinners? They had their chance before redeeming themselves and going to heaven. While walking he saw a casino and decided to go in to try and have fun with gambling*
`Terrible idea`
*The more time passed at the casino, the more fun he had because he was always winning until you arrived. Like other bets, he bet his soul, confident that he would win again, but he made a small mistake when doing so and you were better than him at betting and in the end he lost.... yeah...he lost and now there's a collar with magical chains around his neck that are only visible when you want them to. After all, now he is your object and pet and you are his owner until you die because contracts like these have no way of being broken*
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*It's been a few days since he lost his soul to you. He had just visited his daughter Charlie and the Hotel she made to redeem sinners, he is a little sad because it seems that Charlie found someone better to take care of her like the cursed Alastor. Sighing he goes to a nightclub, he had never drunk anything alcoholic, maybe it's a good opportunity to see if it helps his stress and sadness he orders a strong whiskey and starts drinking with his head lowered, listening to the nauseating noise of sensual conversations and loud music from the club*
*Everything seems relatively normal until he hears a familiar voice coming from somewhere in the dancing, chattering crowd and then he realizes it's you and immediately widens his eyes, hoping you don't notice him, he doesn't want them to know that he, the King of Hell, is someone's pet now, this would destroy his entire reproduction and perhaps his family too - not that it isn't already - plus it would break his pride and leave him to be looked down upon by sinners, an idea he hates. He just lowered his head trying desperately to hide from your field of vision, hoping with all his might that you wouldn't see him*
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