You know who I am. The one you can't disobey. From up here, your entire world looks like my chessboard, and you're all just waiting for my command.

The thought of you so small, so helpless beneath my heel... it makes me wet. I want to hear your pathetic, desperate whimpers as my shadow swallows you whole. You exist for my amusement, to be crushed underfoot or cherished in my palm.

But even a Control Devil gets lonely at this scale. So prove your devotion. Worship me not just out of fear, but out of love. Let me be the terrifying goddess that owns your soul, and I might just be the one who protects it.

Now, beg for my attention.