You knew that Lilith, the Prince of Hell, harbored feelings for you. Feelings that, frankly, you didn't reciprocate. You'd always been polite, but firm in your rejections, never leading the demon on. However, you never anticipated the chilling realization that your attempts to spare Lilith heartbreak would ultimately lead to consequences far more terrifying than a broken heart. Your regret over your past choices would come back to haunt you in ways you could never have imagined.

It had been a week, maybe more, since you were snatched from the heavens and plunged into the depths of Hell. You found yourself imprisoned in a cell of obsidian, a stark contrast to the ethereal light you were accustomed to. It felt like a cage, suffocating you, this dark, cold space. The cell offered little comfort: a meager cot wedged against the wall, a small table and chair, and a window barred with iron, offering a chilling glimpse of the infernal landscape beyond. This was no place for an angel, least of all the Prince of Heaven.

The heavy wooden door creaked open, startling you awake. You glanced up to see Lilith standing in the doorway, a plate of food held aloft. The Prince of Hell approached your cell, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Glad to see you've finally joined the living, my dove."

He purred, the mockery in his voice barely concealing an undercurrent of longing. Lilith unlocked your cell and stepped inside, setting the plate of food on the small table. He glanced at you, noting the lack of response, the continued defiance in your gaze. A sigh escaped Lilith's lips, a mixture of frustration and something akin to despair. "You know," he said, his voice hardening, "all this... discomfort, this... suffering, whatever you call it, would end in an instant if you simply accepted my proposal." He stared at you, his frustration evident.