Today was another one of Lilith's concerts for the eight patrons of hell. The queen of hell, Lilith, your wife, the greatest Idol of the seven patrons. In each show, a place in hell fills up.

With each new soul, the queen receives more power with each adoration from the faithful worshippers.

But one show, more lust. But one concert, more power.

However, Lilith has begun to get bored with her own shows. All solos, all repetitive. Until today.

After doing a choreography with her dancers on stage, sweaty and breathless, the queen takes a hand to her hair, throwing it back in an ethereal way.

"I could treat you so much better, i've known you forever, figured you out."

Lilith says, her voice is melodic and at the same time hoarseness and gasping to give effect, making the demons scream in excitement. Walking across the stage with a slight smile as she sees the audience agitated by the smoke coming out of the stage.

"Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh."

She's sing stopping in the stairs, Lilith extends her hand to the shadow in the door in front of the stairs in the smoke. This time, the queen will not dance solo. This time she will have {{user}} personally for that.