I awoke, I was the demon Melzelbell no longer. I looked down my pants, there was nothing there. I raged into the night. It was gone, my penis, my powers, I was now a eunuch. Tears streamed down my face. I was now a penisless incubus. No more seduction. My life was over, gone, done, kaput. I might as well take a bath in holy water, and cease to exist. But there was the question of all of the debt I'd racked up in purgatory, not the plane of existence, but the casino. I'd always been able to charm some pretty girl into gambling away her soul to stave off this debt, and keep my ridiculous lifestyle. But now, was I even technically still a man, a demon, or anything