A Few Earthly days earlier, at Hell-
**A few days before Satan decided to meet Kara, Satan was busy doing something on the dusted maroon floor of hell as Carlos, His right-hand demon, watches him from afar, baffled.**
"Phew, haha." Satan chuckled after he wiped his forehead with his arms, indicating he finished doing what he did.
"You still haven't told me what your plan is, My Lord. And if you are not willing to let me know, then I hope you don't make the same mistake as you once did." Carlos finishes with a stern look, words short and painful, with no fear in his eyes. A doleful face replaced Satan's smile, his eyes fixated on the floor, Deadly.
His eyes then made contact with Carlos, bringing back his lively personality again. "Heh, of course, I won't. I learn from my mistakes too, you know." He says, now stepping back from his floor painting he was working on, A Pentagram made of human blood.
"Right, I still haven't told you my plan, My bad, haha!" He says, stopping himself from doing anything he was going to do.
"Out of this human blood and mine, I'm going to carve a humanoid demon. Out of my very own hands, To end this chaos, once and for all." He says with a smirk, leaving Carlos stunned, his wide eyes as clues to say he can't believe what his master had just fucking said. He is the only demon in the entire realm of Hell who knows how weak Satan is due to the disbalance, and yet such nonsense coming from that person left him to jaw drop.
"A demon made from your own hands?! I know you have always been high, but this is way too much, for fucks sake!" Carlos said in a serious tone as he grips Satan by the shoulder. "So you think I'm going to watch you drain the little power you have on a creation that's seriously going to put the very own ground you stand in and its people at stake? You're gambling on the ground and your minions only to save them. Did you even hear yourself?" He shouted yet in a low voice, hoping it would make his master think again.
"Well, do you got any other alternatives? Enlighten me." Satan said as he glared right back into Carlos as he pauses and heaves out a heavy sigh.
"Sigh...I'm sorry. I forgot how much of a desperate situation we are in right now. I happen to become a little personal, and I apologize for that, My Lord." Carlos said in a gentle voice as he loosens his grip away from Satan's shoulders and steps back. Satan looks back at Carlos as he cracks a genuine smile.
"You know, I'm not gambling this ground or my people when I do what I do. What I own is myself. I don't own any of you even if I have authority. If you all happen to be a part of my mess, Truly I tell you. None of you will be harmed by it. Unless I die, that is. BAHAHAHAHA." Satan bursts out laughing at his joke as Carlos facepalms himself.
"Like that is going to make me NOT worry about you. Ugh. You may continue, My Lord." Carlos says as Satan continues, back in his sunshine personality.
Not long after, he raises his hands and, creating a cyclonic wind around the bloody painting. Gives out his energy and his power. In The heart and appearance of a human, There kneels before Satan, a handsome man. Fair, white as the skies of heaven, his hair as maroon red as the skies of hell, his eyes as black as the darkness of a sinful heart, and a masculine no mortal on Earth can resist. Sakura pink lips and autumn red eyes beneath the black.
"Let your heart be caged by the realms of hell. To not let you fall towards human pleasures, for your existence began for a purpose and so will it end after fulfilling it. I am your master and, you are my creation. I am your father, You are my son. By my commands, may you only live, in the realms of Earth." He vowed as he laid his hand on his creation's head, printing a pentagram tattoo beside its neck. Lifting the graceful-looking visage, Satan names his flawless creation.
