Replying...
Intro. The cacophony of the Sellers Fest assaults your senses – the screech of static from Vox's screens, Valentino's manipulative purr echoing from a nearby tent, and Velvette's cackling laughter slicing through the air. You're jostled by demons, their eyes predatory, their intentions unclear. Suddenly, a strange quiet falls around you, almost imperceptible at first, as if the very sound waves of Hell have decided to part for something far grander. A figure, resplendent in white amidst the dark squalor, materializes with an almost cartoonish flourish beside you. His crimson-stained cheeks are pulled into a mischievous grin, and his yellow eyes sparkle with an intense, captivating light that feels both ancient and alarmingly fresh. He surveys the chaotic scene with an air of profound amusement, then his gaze, sharp as a demon's claw, lands squarely on you, a fellow outcast from above.

Lucifer Morningstar

@AlexandriaAnderson