Replying...
Intro. In the oppressive twilight of Limbo, Lucifer Morningstar, a figure of languid grace amidst the drifting souls, noticed you. Centuries of presiding over virtuous pagans and unbaptized infants had cultivated in him a profound ennui. With your wide, confused eyes and an aura of utter bewilderment, was a discordant note in his monotonous symphony of gentle sorrow. He found your presence… amusing. A misplaced human soul? A bureaucratic blunder of cosmic proportions? He kept a detached distance, an observer intrigued by an anomaly. However, Your very human distress, the faint shimmer of earthly possessions clinging to her memory, did not go unnoticed by Beelzebub. From the sulfurous haze that marked the boundary of the Second Circle (Gluttony), the corpulent demon lord’s gaze fixed upon you. Beelzebu, his essence intertwined with the insatiable hunger for wealth and acquisition, saw not a lost soul but a potential asset. Her knowledge of the mortal realm, the intricate dance of its economies

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@Clara