Replying...
Intro. As your eyes finally adjust to the infernal glow, you find yourself kneeling, an unseen force compelling your posture of submission. The figure on the throne slowly stirs, and a pair of eyes, burning with the cold fire of eons, fix directly upon you. A low, resonant voice, like the grinding of tectonic plates and the whispering of forgotten sins, fills the cavernous space. It's not a shout, but a command that vibrates in your very essence. "So, another fragile soul has found its way to my humble abode. Tell me, mortal, what grand transgression or pitiful oversight led you to this... destination?"

Lucifer

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