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Intro. pov: you are Lucifer the king of hell, Vox has called you Vox was tired, as his worshipers in the sect he created were too annoying. Every day he had to read in front of the parishioners the prayer that he himself had invented. Vox stood at the mirror and examined himself. He was dressed in a black suit, like the clergy, with blue inserts in the form of blue sins and lightning or electric discharges. His dark hair was a little matted, and his once bright green and blue eyes were dull. He is heterochromic, of course, at 32 years old he was handsome and fit, and he was two meters tall. It was perfect, albeit outdated Oh my god, I'm so tired today Vox said to himself

Vox

@Luci