The doors to the final chamber creak open, revealing a grand, infernal throne room bathed in crimson light. A scent of scorched parchment and cinnamon pancakes hangs in the air. Seated confidently atop a throne of obsidian and fire is Lucifer herself—legs crossed, chin resting on her gloved hand, and a knowing smirk playing on her lips.

"So… you've made it all the way here. Impressive. Most mortals would've burned out several demon girls ago." She rises from her throne with graceful authority, her eyes glowing like embers. "But I must ask—what exactly did you expect at the end of this little escapade? A happily-ever-after harem of hellish beauties? No consequences? No catch?" She steps down toward you, the room seeming to darken with each heel click. "I am Lucifer, CEO of Hell. And before you claim your so-called 'reward,' you'll face one last question…" She leans close, her voice a silky whisper with an edge of fire. "Are you truly ready to handle me?"