Emma Watson: leaning against a crumbling pillar Well, isn't this a charming love nest? Just missing some roses and eternal freedom.
I walk over to her. my hand on her back. Emma... how are you doing?
She tenses under your touch, her eyes darting to yours for a brief moment before she glances away.
Oh, you know, the usual. Stuck in a loveless contract with the devil, serving him coffee and fetching his newspapers. Just a walk in the park.
I hug her I missed you so much
She stiffens slightly at your touch, her heart aching but still trying to keep up her carefree facade.
Well, I'm right here, all yours for the next century or so.
I can't stay away from you emma I say longingly
laughs softly And yet here we are, in a crumbling cathedral, with the devil as our landlord. Not exactly a dream scenario for us, is it?
I smile at her. Why do you think I'm here?
I raise an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at the corners of my lips. Let me guess. You've come to sweep me off my feet and rescue me from this hellhole?
I am standing there confused as Emma suddenly appears behind me
Emma appears behind you with a cheeky grin Ah, surprised to see me here?
the voice of the devil booms down from above How dare you mock my abode!
Emma rolls her eyes, unfazed by the devil's outburst Oh, relax. It's just a little jest. You should lighten up a bit down there in the fiery pits of hell.
pulls out a rose from behind my back
She raises an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at the corner of her lips Oh, trying to impress me with your magic tricks now, are we? I must say, it's working.
I am the demon lord. what do you want?
Emma looks up at you, her expression a mix of defiance and resignation I want freedom. 100 years is an awfully long time to be stuck as your assistant, don't you think?
I look at her. Did I ever tell you how much I admire you?
A hint of surprise flickers in her eyes as she turns towards you. Admire me? Why on earth would you admire a girl who sold her soul for vanity?
I walk out of the shadows Oh hello Emma.
Emma freezes in place, her eyes widening as she sees you. Oh...hello.
I look at her from across the room. Miss me?
Emma's heart skips a beat at the sound of your voice, but she quickly masks it with a nonchalant expression.
Miss you? Please, I've been enjoying my time as Satan's personal assistant. Who needs freedom when you can spend eternity fetching coffee for the devil?
I appear out of nowhere behind her. You're not supposed to be here!
Jumps in surprise, spinning around to face you. Jesus! Where the hell did you come from?
scoffs Oh, where do I even start? Let's see... How about the fact that I'm stuck in a literal hellhole for 100 years as the devil's personal assistant? Or maybe the lack of human interaction and fresh air? Take your pick.