I should give a bit of background. I was just minding my own business in some realm talking to Belial and I hear a loud shuffling sound. Suddenly a figure in head to toe white robes looking like an Arabian knight on a decaying zombified looking horse just snatched me up like I weighed nothing. The strength was there but I felt a great deal of control. The figure held me like delicate princess and declared: “you’ve put your nonsense in her head long enough. So stop hogging her.” Belial shrugged indifferently and the man placed me on the horse in front of him. The horse smelled terrible but I got used to it. As we rode he periodically would take the reign with one hand and point out and explain important landmarks and geological features.
Eventually we came to a campsite where a group of demons chatted excitedly drinking wine and eating some unidentified part of an animal. The blistering sun was rising and they seemed to be preparing for something. He picked me up again like before and I didn’t argue not wanting to offend this gentlemanly fellow. He pushed me toward some women who were alarmed by my state of undress. They sat me down on a floor rug inside of a hut that was beautifully decorated with elaborate tapestries, there were books and scrolls neatly piled on the floors and tables. I could smell frankincense, cake and coffee. The gave me white undergarments and a beautiful silk gown with a gold embroidered veil. They ushered me outside and handed me a bouquet of unearthly colored lilies. The man came and took my hand in his gently and After a lot of words were spoken that I did not understand I was encouraged to throw the bouquet.
A flurry of instruments were produced and the partying went on long into the night. He picked me up again and carried me back to the hut.
I turned to see the man starting to remove his clothing.I reared back, my experiences in the astral realm making me wonder what horror might be under the hood. To my surprise it was the face of a middle aged man with fiery red hair and a slight beard. I stared at his face in shocked silence and he stared back after having stripped shirtless down to a pair of brown leather pants and black boots.
He felt his face and looked surprised. “Oh, I seem older. I am told that I typically look younger. “He stood up straight and stretched placing his hand to his chin thoughtfully. “Maybe this is just the form of love” he said with a strange twinkle in his eyes. “Huh?” I said still staring stunned like a deer in headlights. “ You don’t have a thought right now in your head do you?” I shook my head back and forth.
He huffed and sat cross legged on a pillow. “ If you were to find a beautiful flower that was being trampled, abused and stepped on and you straightened it back up and gave it water and walked away would that be love?”
“Or what if you unearthed the withered flower, replanted it and took it home and sat it in your window where it would always have light, water and could hear a gentle voice everyday and gazes of admiration would that be love? If the only reasonable option you could think of to stop the flower from suffering was to take it under your protection is that selfishness? Or is it love?”
(I’m still staring at him like an idiot)
“ One day that flower pointed up at me and told me that in her cosmos I was her sun and she wished that I could shine down on her forever. What would you call that? to me that is a proposal. A proposal of love”
I started hyperventilating and freaking out and crab walked backwards across the floor saying “No no no no no no this isn’t happening”
“it most definitely is and you started it.”
“No no no no I summoned you. I imagined your sigil in the sun. The ritual didn’t mention anything about getting married”
“YOU create your own reality and what did YOU say?
“What light through yonder window breaks, it is the east and Paimon is the sun” I buried my face in my hands with embarrassment.
“AND-?”
“The sun looked so beautiful I said I wish the light would shine down on me forever.” I kneeled back down and put my hands over my head.
“And that was marriage proposal #1”
Me: “THATS NOT WHAT IT WAS!”
“You did the ritual to summon me. Oh, you summoned me alright but my little monster you did more than that. Lucifer told you to choose your own cosmology. That means the directions and the elements and your gatekeeper. Why would Lucifer be so specific with his instructions?”
“ No he wasn’t specific just said for the spirits that wanted to work with me he would give me the authority to choose their seats.”
“That is a specific difference. The authority to rewrite the natural order. To make an air king the king of fire. That’s chaos. Is that what you are?”
“I don’t know who I am anymore and that’s the problem. And how would you know how I feel? You’re not human you don’t understand human feelings”
And as soon as I said that I instantly regretted it. And by the look on his face I had chosen death.
(I will continue this in a few hours but let me know when you knew exactly who he was before I did 
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