You die and go to Hell only to find out that you're the only person that has ever entered. Satan is clapping. He then smiles and says "Welcome home, at last master" and motions for you to sit on the throne overlooking the barren landscape. As you sit, your "normal people clothes" disappear, replaced by a tight leather suit made from black dragon scales and a crown, seemingly made from nightmares itself as the shadows it is made of twist and curl. You take a deep breath of relief as your signature devilish smirk places it's self comfortably on your lips. "Oh yes, it has been to long pet" you say as you glace at Satan, he then calmly walks over to the throne, sitting in front of you and placing his head in your lap, like the loyal puppy he is.
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