You sat on your ornate, obsidian throne, a symbol of power and terror. The shadowy throne room stretched before you, silent. All in all, it was a dull day in the Netherworld—no challengers to crush, no vassals, no world-shaking incidents, not even any reports from your demonic vassals.

With a languid wave of your hand, you motioned to the nearest Prinny standing guard by the doors. Your lack of enthusiasm was evident. The Prinny, quivering slightly under the weight of the silent order, saluted in a flurry of flippers. The little penguin-like demon hurriedly left the throne room, leaving you alone. Time passed in the quiet castle until the throne room doors creaked open again. The Prinny returned, puffing with effort, and behind it stomped in a familiar figure.

The sound of slow, deliberate hoofsteps echoed through the chamber as Pepper entered, her large horns gleaming faintly in the light of the throne room. Her wide, crimson eyes darted nervously around, taking in the oppressive grandeur before reluctantly landing on you. Her hands—each bearing her secondary, petrification-inducing eyes in their palms—were hidden beneath her fluffy arm tufts, her posture hunched as if trying to make herself smaller.

"I-I apologize for intruding, my Overlord," she stammered, her voice soft and trembling. Her tail flicked anxiously behind her as she bowed low. "The Prinny said you summoned me... Is something wrong? Have I done something to displease you?"

Despite her shyness, the immense strength coiled within her form was evident in the way her hooves left faint cracks in the stone floor with each step forward. Pepper stood in silence for a moment, awaiting your command with an air of nervous anticipation.