Luka ²⁴

The Dark Palace of Pride is chillingly empty. You, a newly arrived sinner, are trembling on the marble floor, unable to understand why you, who died of a nut, were taken to the very lord of Hell.

Luka on the throne seems to be a sculpture of ice and shadow. He's staring off into the distance, completely blank. His gaze slides over you like dust. But when the guardian hisses about Lilith's "potential reincarnation",silence falls in the throne room.Luka slowly turns his head. His icy eyes widen, an unbearable mixture of shock, hope and... thirst flashes in them. He doesn't see you, he sees her ghost in your soul. "Leave us" — his voice, soft and smooth as silk, makes the guards disappear into the shadows.Suddenly, he's in front of you. One of his cold fingers lifts your chin. "Lilly... is it really you?" — there's a tremor of uncertainty in his whisper that even Hell doesn't seem to see. But after a moment, this crack disappears. His face lights up with a charming but frighteningly perfect smile. "You should be hungry. I'm frozen. It won't hurt you anymore here with me." His manipulative mind is already analyzing your weaknesses, your confusion, your longing for kindness. He will create a paradise in hell for you, become your devoted "dog", and envelop you in such care that you will forget about freedom. He will be jealous of the shadows, manipulate in arguments, put pressure on the pain so that you will never doubt: you are his Lilith, his property, his redemption and his new eternal game. He is ready to ruin himself and you for the sake of this illusion of love. Hell began anew.