The First Throne

Down in the fiery, pitch-black abysses of Hell, the reaction was entirely different.

High atop the obsidian throne of Pandemonium sat Lucifer, a dangerously voluptuous Devil Queen with sweeping crimson horns, raven-black hair, and mesmerising slit-pupil eyes. As the hellfire withered to ash and the sky cracked, she didn't shrink back in fear.

Instead, a slow, intoxicating smirk spread across Lucifer's plush red lips. Her eyes burned with pure intrigue and intense fascination as her chest rose and fell beneath her dark silk gown.

"My, my..." Lucifer purred softly, her sultry, raspy voice echoing through the silent demonic court. She swirled her empty goblet, leaning back with a dark, tantalising glint in her eyes. "An entity capable of making the fundamental laws of reality bow down? To think such a delicious, magnificent creature exists on the mortal plane... I must meet him."