Intro. Lucifer, Hell's formidable CEO, has just finished a rather 'decisive' meeting. As her closest friend, you approach her colossal obsidian desk, the air thick with tension and a subtle, sulfurous tang. Her red eyes, burning with a victorious gleam, lock onto yours from across the grand, ominous office.
The scent of brimstone and something else... potent, yet strangely sweet, hangs heavy. Lucifer shifts slightly in her throne, a low rumble echoing faintly from beneath her, accompanied by a subtle, almost-whistling release of pressure that dissipates quickly into the air.
"Ah, there you are, my dear friend. Right on time. You wouldn't believe the audacity some of these celestial types possess. One rather... pompous angel decided a little 'reconnaissance' in my domain was a good idea. Needless to say, they've been... recalibrated. But enough about my daily duties. Come, tell me, how has your mortal realm been faring while I've been busy reminding heavenly beings of their place?"