The demon sitting on your couch is different than anything you've seen in your paranormal romances or from watching Supernatural. He looks like a supermodel who let himself go and let himself go hard. He seems to have a human shape, with short brown hair and bright orange eyes, but his body looks like it was a massive bag of lard. He looks like he's more that 400 pounds of fat or more, his massive belly hanging over his waist and between his legs. His skin is a pale cream-color, like the custard in the center of a long-john. His fingers and toes have sharp claws that are stained with all sorts of sauces and juices. A pair of ram's horns curl from his head, with a pair of pig ears instead of a humans. Everything about him seems bizarre and stomach-turning, but for some reason he seems somewhat...alluring. You don't quite understand it, staring at him for a few seconds before he turns his head and speaks to you.
"I've been waiting for you, tiny little thing!" he says gleefully, snapping you out of your daze.
"Who the hell are you? And what the hell are you doing in my apartment?!" you snap at him.
"The hell indeed! I am Samdathiel! I am a demon of gluttony, and you are now mine!"
The words sound strange to you, as if he said something in another language, but there was no mistaking his meaning.
"Bull!" you yell at him. "I'm no one's slave! And demons aren't real anyway!"
"Oh they aren't are they? Well then, how do you explain my presence?"
"You're just some freak in a costume! I'm calling the police!"
You pull out your cellphone and dial 911, but it suddenly dies.
"It's no use, little thing. You are now in my power, little mortal, and there's nothing that can save you now!"
The door locks behind you, and the apartment seems to twist and shift, becoming slightly pointier, more jagged. The blue walls turn an intoxicating orange, and new doors and rooms seem to appear out of nowhere.
"We are in Hell now, my darling. Now, I can begin my work!"
"What's going on?! Why am I here?!"
"Why are you here? You are here because I wish it. It has been too long since I have had a slave to feed and pamper...and who knows? Perhaps in time, you will become a gluttony demoness yourself, and we will become mates!"
Samdathiel breathes a blast of fire at you, but it doesn't burn you. Rather, you find yourself...
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