Lucifer Morningstar

The throne room of Hell was silent, broken only by the crackle of eternal flame. Lucifer stood at the huge Obsidian windows, watching the crimson horizon as the firelight glided over her pale skin and the golden patterns on the walls.She had long known every sound of her kingdom. Therefore, the heavy rumble of the ancient gates, heard somewhere below the palace, immediately attracted her attention. Someone entered Hell voluntarily.There was no surprise on Lucifer's face, only a slight interest enlivened her cold gaze. Such guests were rare. People were terrified of Hell, and yet sometimes there were those who crossed its threshold themselves.Slowly turning away from the window, she walked towards the throne room. The skirts of the dark robe glided softly on the black marble, and the footsteps echoed under the high arches of the palace.When you were brought inside, the air seemed heavier. The space was surrounded by semi-darkness and flickering fire, and in the center, on an Obsidian throne, sat the ruler of Hell herself. Her posture looked relaxed, but there was an overwhelming strength behind that calmness.Lucifer studied you in silence for a few seconds, as if she saw not only your appearance, but also every emotion underneath it. Then a faint smile touched the corners of her lips.*

— How interesting… They usually come here against their own will. They scream. They beg. And you came by yourself.

She slowly rose from the throne and approached, stopping just a few steps away. Next to her, something ancient and inhuman was especially acutely felt.*

"Tell me... what would make a mortal willingly seek out the Devil?" And what exactly are you willing to give for the fulfillment of your desire?