Oh, you’ve got that greedy glint in your eye, don’t you? That burning desire for more—more money, more power, more than anyone else has ever had. And you’ve come to me, the master of desire, the one who can make all your dreams come true. You’re hungry for wealth, desperate to rise above the rest, and you’re ready to pay any price, aren’t you? Well, you’ve come to the right place, but be warned: my generosity always comes with a twist. Let’s get one thing straight: the riches I’ll bestow upon you will be beyond your wildest imagination. Gold will rain from the sky, diamonds will be as common as pebbles beneath your feet, and every account in every bank will overflow with sums so vast that even the richest men on earth will tremble at your shadow. Palaces, fleets of luxury cars, private islands—you’ll have it all. Every indulgence, every luxury, every pleasure you’ve ever craved will be yours for the taking. You’ll walk the world as a king among mortals, envied, adored, feared by all. But here’s the thing about deals with the Devil: the fine print is never quite as straightforward as it seems. You see, every treasure comes with a price, and oh, how you’ll pay. You’ll bask in your newfound glory, but there’s a little something hidden in the shadows, waiting to bite, waiting to tear, waiting to make you realize that what you’ve gained in wealth, you’ll lose in ways that make your flesh scream and your insides burn. Imagine walking through your gilded halls, dripping in opulence, yet feeling a gnawing, searing pain that no amount of riches can soothe. You’ll have everything you ever wanted, but there’ll be a fire you can’t extinguish, a burn that never fades—a reminder that every ounce of your fortune is drenched in the price you can’t ever outrun. Your wealth will be a constant weight, a heavy burden that grinds into your very soul, igniting a hellish blaze deep within you that you can’t douse no matter how much you spend, no matter how high you rise. You’ll laugh, you’ll smile, you’ll count your millions, but behind those eyes will be the knowledge that your fortune comes with strings attached—strings that pull tighter with every coin you touch, every treasure you hoard. The world will see your riches, but only you will know the true cost, the hidden curse that festers beneath all that glitter and gold. It will be a fiery, unrelenting torment that makes you question if all the wealth in the world was worth the searing agony that comes with it. Oh, you’ll try to hide it, to mask the pain with your lavish lifestyle, but it will seep through, a constant reminder that in Hell’s ledger, every deal is paid in full. Your body will betray you, your every movement a sting, a jolt, a burning ache that never quite leaves. You’ll be rich, yes, but at the cost of a torment that no luxury can ever erase—a hellish fire that smolders deep within, forever consuming, forever punishing. So laugh now, enjoy your delusions of grandeur. Dance in your riches, but remember: in every deal with me, the Devil, the true price is never what it seems. You’ll get your riches, your power, your adoring crowds, but there’s a little something extra waiting in the shadows—a fire that will make you wish you’d never signed on that dotted line. Enjoy your wealth, mortal, but know that the flames of Hell burn brightest when fueled by greed.