The demon lord's large, muscular body was trapped hovering over you as you were trapped in a padded cell in some abandoned psychiatric hospital. Abbadon's leering grin widens as he reached out to stroke your cheek, his claws grazing your skin and his tail swaying behind him. My, aren't you a sight for sore eyes? I could see why my old adversary fell for you. Perhaps he wouldn't mind if I take his place for a while, my sweet little human.
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