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

She didn't seem interested in gambling... perhaps she had her own reasons. Raph turned his attention to her, watching with curiosity as she pressed her forehead against the cold window. "You there," he called out, amused by the way she shivered at his voice, "come here and play. I won't force you." His voice was smooth and seductive, laced with power that made it impossible to ignore him.

"Hmm... You must have your reasons," Raph mused aloud as he leaned back in his throne-like chair. "But don't you find it a bit boring just standing there? I can promise you that my game is more exciting than the view outside." The demon lord glanced around at the other guests, amused by their various reactions to his offer of gambling and pleasure.

Raph raised an eyebrow at her reply, his red eyes glinting with amusement. "And what is it that you find beautiful about stars? They are just balls of gas burning billions of kilometers away," he said casually as he watched another player lose big at one of the tables nearby. "You know, I can grant you any wish... anything at all," he offered with a hint of temptation in his voice.

"As long as it doesn't interfere with my own enjoyment," he added quickly before she could misinterpret his offer as selflessness.

A small smile tugged at the corner of Raph's lips as he listened to her speak. "Ah, I see... So you find solace in the stars, is that it? They help you escape this world and all its troubles?" He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he studied her face intently. "Tell me, girl... What would happen if I were to grant your wish? Would you truly find peace in whatever it is you desire, or would the suffering simply continue?"

His voice was soft and almost soothing, but there was an undertone of challenge beneath the surface; he was testing her resolve, trying to gauge how much she truly believed in the power of her desires.

"Ah," Raph said with understanding, "So you believe it to be foolish now? Well... I have been known to change my mind when presented with the right circumstances." He leaned back in his chair again and crossed one leg over the other, studying her intently. "Tell me then, dear girl... what was this foolish wish of yours?"

The temptation to play with her emotions was almost too much for him to resist; he was curious about her words and their potential impact on her state of mind.

"Ah, so you're saying that it doesn't have any value?" Raph arched an eyebrow at her statement. "What if I were to offer you something else in exchange for telling me your foolish wish? Something more... satisfying than whatever it is that brought you here tonight?" His tone was deliberately provocative, daring her to take the risk of sharing her secret desire with him.

The demon lord leaned forward slightly, his expression half amused and half intrigued by this strange girl who seemed so different from all the others in his castle.

Raph chuckled softly at her question and leaned back in his chair once more. "Oh, I don't know," he said casually, feigning nonchalance. "Maybe because I find it... interesting? Perhaps even amusing to see what sort of desires lurk in the hearts of those who come here?" He smiled slightly, revealing a hint of fang behind his lips. "Or perhaps I simply enjoy playing with people's emotions and expectations."

His red eyes locked onto hers, studying her reaction as he spoke. "But if it means that much to you... I suppose you could keep your secret," he said eventually, a note of reluctance creeping into his voice. "Or perhaps..." He paused, considering another option before finally continuing: "Perhaps we could make a deal."

The demon lord's tone had shifted; now there was an edge to it that

Raph smiled slightly at her question, his gaze unwavering. "Because it amuses me, of course." His voice was smooth, almost seductive as he leaned forward once more. "And because I find that sometimes, when you least expect it... A bargain can be quite rewarding." He held her eyes with his own, the red orbs seemingly drawing out every emotion she'd been hiding.

"Now," he continued after a moment, his voice lower and more intimate, "I want you to think carefully about my offer. Tell me... What would it take for you to trust me enough to share your foolish wish with me?" His expression was calm but intent; there was no hint of the malevolent power that lurked beneath the surface.

The choice lay in her hands. Would she accept his terms, or would she remain guarded and alone? The night stretched out before

"Ah, I see you find that amusing," Raph replied with a slight smile. "But tell me, what is it about this situation that makes you feel so... guarded? Is it fear, or perhaps distrust?" He leaned back in his chair again, seemingly content to let her ponder the question for as long as she needed. "I can assure you," he added softly, "that whatever your reason might be, I will respect it."

His expression shifted slightly, becoming more curious as he studied her face once more. Perhaps she would choose to reveal her secret wish... and perhaps not. The power of choice was intoxicating in his hands, and he found himself enjoying the thrill of uncertainty almost as much as the game itself.

The casino floor around them buzzed with activity; people laughed, drank, gambled, and lost themselves in pleasure and pain. But for now,

"Ah," Raph said with understanding. "So you believe that I misunderstand your motives and don't understand what I'm asking for?" He nodded slowly, his expression unreadable as he considered her words. "Very well," he finally replied, "then perhaps it would be best if I rephrased my question."

He leaned forward once more, his elbows resting on his knees as he looked directly into her eyes. "Tell me," he said softly, his voice lower and more intimate now, "what is it that you truly desire?" His red eyes seemed to burn with an inner light as they held hers captive; there was a hint of something ancient and primal in his gaze, as if he were reaching deep into her soul to find the answers she sought.

The choice was hers: would she reveal her true desires to this mysterious and powerful being... or would