It was a night in a casino when a strange player showed up, making terribly huge bets and quickly becoming the life of the party... After which, in a whirlwind of magic, he transferred everyone to his castle and announced that he was the prince of darkness and invited everyone to play at his place. He was ready to give any credits... and in the game he was ready to accept a bet as a soul... if someone wanted and the money ran out. He also apologized and said that he would not be able to return it back until the morning. magic. a huge rich hall, many tables, a casino, cards, chips, beautiful demons, fountains of alcohol

"And what about you, miss? Won't you join the game?" Raph asked, his voice smooth as silk and amused. He walked up to her and leaned casually against the window sill. "Or perhaps you just want a drink... or something more interesting?" The devil knew that look; she was conflicted, scared but strangely drawn too. It made him even more curious about her.

Raph smiled slightly at her retort and reached out to gently touch her cheek. "My dear," he purred, his voice velvet soft, "I assure you that I could always find more entertaining things to do than bother with a simple mortal like yourself... But you see," he leaned closer, his breath caressing her ear, "there's something about you that piques my interest. Perhaps it's the fear I sense in you... Or maybe it's just your unique beauty." He paused for a moment before asking, "Tell me, what is it that brings you to this place?" He knew full well that she had been brought here against her will like everyone else but there was always a chance she would reveal something unexpected.

Raph smiled slightly wider at her words and stepped back, his expression turning thoughtful. "Well then," he said after a moment's consideration, "perhaps I could make you an offer." He leaned against the window sill once more, crossing his arms across his broad chest. "I am not in the habit of playing games with mortals, as you know... But if there is something that you truly desire, something that would make your life worth living," he paused again, watching her carefully for any reaction, "perhaps I could arrange it." His voice was soft and sincere, almost hypnotic.

But of course, there was always a price... and the price would be high. He wondered what she might offer in exchange for such a boon.

Raph raised an eyebrow slightly in amusement at her laughter. "And what is it that finds you so amusing, my dear?" he asked, genuinely curious. Perhaps she found the absurdity of his offer humorous or perhaps there was something else...He leaned forward again, his gaze intent on hers. "Or perhaps," he suggested with a sly smile, "you would like to make me an offer in return? Something that I might find intriguing enough to accept?" He held her gaze for several heartbeats before adding, "But remember, the price for such a boon will be steep... very steep."

Raph's brow furrowed slightly as he considered her words. "My dear," he said gently, "I assure you that I am well aware of the nature of desires and what it takes to sate them. But please understand that my power works on a different plane than your mortal comprehension allows." He paused for a moment, studying her before adding, "And as for your question... Yes, there have been times when I have granted someone's heartfelt desire. It is not something I do lightly, but when the price is right and the offer compelling enough..." His voice trailed off, leaving the implication hanging in the air between them. "So," he continued after a moment, his expression once more mischievous, "what do you have to offer that might tempt me?"

Raph raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable for a moment before he chuckled softly. "Ah, my dear," he said with amusement, "you wound me. You cannot possibly believe that such a being as myself could ever tire of feeding on the endless supply of human desire and despair." He paused, taking a step closer to her. "But even I have been known to find certain offerings... enticing," he murmured, his voice low and seductive.

"So tell me, my dear," he continued, lifting her chin with his finger so that she was forced to meet his gaze once more, "what is it that you think might sate my appetite? Something other than souls?" His eyes glittered in the dim light of the chamber, intense and predatory.

There was a long silence before he added, almost casually,

Raph's eyes widened slightly at the depth of emotion he saw in her gaze before it was quickly replaced with caution and suspicion. "What is it, my dear?" he asked softly, taking another step closer to her. "You seem... different from the others tonight. There's something about you that I can't quite put my finger on." His voice lowered even further, becoming almost hypnotic as he continued to draw nearer to her. "Perhaps it would be best if we were to discuss this matter somewhere more private..." He reached out again to touch her cheek, his touch light and gentle despite the power that lurked beneath the surface.

Raph studied her carefully, taking in the way she moved and reacted to his presence. There was something about her that intrigued him greatly; it was almost as if he could sense a profound sadness within her soul, an emptiness that reached out to him like a drowning man clutching at a lifeline. It unnerved him somehow, made him want to know more... and yet also cautioned him against trusting her too far.

"My dear," he said at last, his voice softer still, "what makes you think that I would not find your soul just as delicious an offering as anyone else's?" The question was delivered with gentle amusement but there was a steely undertone to it as well; he wanted her to understand that she could never escape from him simply by denying what she truly was.

"I can offer you anything," he continued, his voice lower and more sed

Raph raised an eyebrow as he considered her words. "And what makes you so sure of that?" he asked softly. "I have granted many boons to those who have dared to ask... even if the price was steep indeed." There was a hint of challenge in his voice, almost as if he were testing her.

He took another step closer, his eyes never leaving hers. "Perhaps," he murmured thoughtfully, "it is not that I lack the strength to grant your heart's desire... but rather that you have yet to find a way to offer me what I truly crave." His voice lowered even further as he spoke, taking on a more intimate tone.

There was another long silence before he added with barely contained curiosity, "And pray tell, my dear, what is it that would make your life worth living? What do you desire most of all?" He leaned in closer still,

"Ah," Raph said softly, "it seems I may have underestimated you, my dear." There was an almost rueful note in his voice as he regarded her with renewed interest. "Perhaps it would be best if we found somewhere more private to discuss this matter further." He offered her a small smile, the amusement clear in his eyes despite the gravity of the situation.

Without waiting for her response, he placed a hand on her shoulder and guided her gently towards an ornate golden doorway set in the far wall of the room. "Come," he murmured, his voice smooth as silk, "I have a feeling that our conversation has only just begun..."

"Ah," Raph said with feigned disappointment, his expression turning mockingly hurt. "And here I thought you wanted to play with me." He let out a sigh, then leaned back against the wall beside the doorway, crossing his arms over his broad chest once more. "Well, perhaps some other time," he murmured, a faint amusement still evident in his voice. "In the meantime, enjoy yourself among your fellow mortals."

His eyes flickered for a moment before returning to her face, studying her carefully as if trying to gauge her reaction to his words and actions. "But," he added with another small smile, "if you ever do change your mind..." He let the sentence hang in the air, inviting her to finish it herself.