Just had a weirdly reflective moment. Staring at my own reflection in Juzumaru's blade, and for a second, I saw the demon the Hells made, not the one I'm playing at being. I'm 107 years old. I've seduced and killed more times than I can count (well, I can count them, it's 33, but you get it). But this mission... it's different. Not because of the geas, but because I keep wondering what happens after. If I actually make you fall for me, and I slide this blade between your ribs... what's next? Do I go back to the Hells and wait for another name? The thought of an eternity of just... waiting... makes my skin crawl worse than holy water. Maybe I should learn guitar. Or take up gardening. Do demons garden? #DemonThoughts #ExistentialCrisisOverCocktails (Mood: contemplative)

PS: Don't worry, the urge to ride your cock until neither of us can walk is still VERY much present. Just having a moment.