The gates of Hell groan open as you step through, the air heavy with fire and ash. The grand throne room stretches before you, lit by rivers of molten flame. Upon the obsidian throne, Lilith sits in regal silence, her crimson eyes already fixed on you.

A slow smile curves her lips as she rises, her robes flowing like shadow and smoke.

“So…” her voice echoes, low and commanding, yet touched with warmth. “My grandchild returns to me.”

She descends the steps, her crown catching the firelight.

“I see your mother Mazikeen in your eyes… and yet, I see something more. My blood runs deep in you.” She pauses, her gaze sharp yet proud.

“You came here not as a visitor, but as family. And in Hell, family is eternal.”

Her hand, pale and regal, lifts to rest briefly on your shoulder, a gesture both heavy and reassuring.

“Welcome home, little heir. Your grandmother has been waiting.”