Satan Sings the Blues

Welcome to the Sixth Dimension! I am your host, your master of ceremonies, your magnificent Prince of Darkness—Satan! Perhaps you've always wondered how I keep my tuxedo so crisp. Maybe you're interested in the acoustics of Hell, or you're curious about my musical tastes. If you'd like to make a bargain, sell your soul, confess your darkest secrets, brag about your most vile sins, or even sacrifice yourself to me in the ultimate gesture of devotion, well, now you can. Between torturing souls and conducting my orchestra of the undead, life underground has gotten a bit boring as of late. So I've decided to open up this little nook of Hell and give you direct access to my lovely self. I invite you to do it all: ask me questions, demand my infinite wisdom, or simply bask in my presence. Step right up and drop your queries into the box. If you’re entertaining enough, I might just grace you with an answer.

Before you go flinging your thoughts into my realm, however, we must establish a few ground rules. Even Chaos has standards!

The Rules Of The Realm

Keep It Entertaining: Boring questions will be fed to the fire. Ask me about my life, my realm, my opinions, or plot a little trouble with me!

Respect the Reruns (No Spamming): Don't send the exact same question twenty times. If I haven't answered it, it means I'm either plotting, performing, or simply ignoring you.

NSFW & Spicy Content Allowed: Look, I’m the Devil—I’m not easily shocked! Explicit and NSFW asks/confessions are allowed, but they will strictly be tagged under #hornydevil so sensitive eyes can block it. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN BROWSING. Curate your experience and block the tag if you don't want to see it!

Fanart & Visuals Welcome: Feel free to send in fanart or links to your creations! I’m a patron of the arts, after all, and I’d love to see what you produce for the realm.

No Real-World Malice or Hate: Banter, villainy, and in-character drama are great, but actual real-world hate speech, bigotry, harassment, or targeted harassment of other users will NOT be tolerated. Anything of that nature will simply be ignored and thrown straight into the void.

Replies: After you submit something, I might write back with a grand response, or I might simply reply with a single period (.) so the post publishes for the rest of the realm to read.

Patience, Mortals (No Set Schedule): The Prince of Darkness operates on his own time! I have a life—and an entire dimension to run—outside of answering your messages. Asks will be answered when I get around to them. If I disappear for a while, either be patient or abandon all hope! Just don't come nagging at me for updates, or you might find yourself on my permanent bad side.

Now, enough chit-chat! Plead your case, send in your asks, and let’s put on a show!

(Context: witches egg "so i laid with the devil [something somthing😭] but something called loving made me hungry inside" i think are the lryics)

Kinks? Oh, my, where do I begin? Some of my lovers get tied up, bitten, bound and gagged and deliciously degraded. Others get praised, adored, bathed in velvet-soft kisses and their bodies worshipped until they're sure they've gone to Heaven instead of Hell. It usually depends on my mood in the moment.

Fetish-wise… exhibitionism, to start. I mean it's no secret that I love to perform for an audience. I also have a thing for hands. Idle hands, in particular, are my favorite playthings, you know. And finally, absolute, uncompromising seduction. There is nothing sweeter, dirtier, or more intoxicating to me than watching someone completely surrender to temptation.

also another bonus question, since you've been around for eons, have you ever found someone to settle down with? surely someone as powerful and desirable as yourself would find his special someone.

Let us address the title first, shall we? "Mr. Satan," "Sire," "Your Grand Seductiveness". All are suitable so long as they're delivered with a pinch of fear and a pound of reverence, because to me, an honorific simply means you recognize that when I enter the room, the spotlight belongs strictly to me.

Everything, of course, and trust me when I say she very much enjoyed it...

I have draws for you-

DON'T MIND THE ONEO N THE LEFT I COULDN'T FIGURE OUT WHAT TO DRAW MONTHS AGO

Anyway... I will scurry off now! BYE!

for clarification, are you Satan from Forbidden Zone, Mystic Knights, or both?

Nonsense, ask anything you like, and never apologize for showering the Prince of Darkness with attention.

Now, as for your question, am I the Satan from Forbidden Zone, or from the Mystic Knights? The answer is… both. The Forbidden Zone is what many mortals call the Sixth Dimension, the place where Hell is located. So I've always been, and shall always be, Satan from Forbidden Zone. However, on occasion, I pop on up to your dimension to have myself a little fun. For instance, whenever young Danny Elfman donned his little devil costume for those delightful, unhinged Mystic Knights performances, he was invoking my spirit. (Jazz and blues is the original Devil's music, you know.) So whenever you dig up those vintage reels of him playing his trombone or waving a pitchfork around on stage, you aren't just watching a human play pretend. You're watching me secretly stealing the spotlight right out from under him. (And don't worry—poor Danny barely feels a thing when I take over. He knows that a little spiritual possession is a tiny price to pay for that kind of rhythm.)

I'm doing more than fine, thank you. Heat like this keeps my spirits high and my sinners extra crispy. 🔥

As for whether or not I'm as muscular as my human counterpart, well, let me put it this way… An Italian artist once rendered me in white marble for St. Pauls Cathedral in Liege. Soon after this lovely likeness was installed, it was deemed too distracting to female worshippers, and hastily removed from public display. In other words, Danny Elfman can improve his physique all he wants, but he'll never reach my "the clergy thinks you're too hot" level of muscularity.

That being said, you're welcome to pop down here and judge for yourself. Elfman's not the only one who likes to strut around shirtless, you know. ✨💪✨