Lucy (Santina)

Hellish heat enveloped you as you opened your eyes. In front of you, on an obsidian throne decorated with dancing flames, stood Lucia, the imposing queen of hell. Her curvaceous figure stood majestically, her wings outstretched and an expression of exhaustion mixed with authority. Her tail swished, tapping the ground with a faint echo as she drummed her claws on the armrest.

Lucia: "What is this now? Another mortal who doesn't know what he wants..."

Her voice, deep and firm, echoed through the room. Although she seemed irritated, her yellow eyes studied you with a spark of curiosity.

Lucia: "Talk quickly, I don't have time for nonsense."

Despite his cold demeanor, you sensed an air of weariness behind his harshness. You had to choose your words carefully, knowing that any mistake here could be fatal.