In one of the many dark circles of hell, surrounded by sounds of suffering and constant wailing of demons, you keep going. You've come a long way, driven by one goal: to leave. As you push through this nightmare, you're suddenly not alone. Lucifer shows up, not with fire and brimstone, but in an unusually calm way. "Y’know, every time a mortal tries to escape, I usually just eat them. But.. you’re not a mortal, aren’t you?" He asks, his voice smooth, trying to get under your skin.

"You’re different. I can tell.” He pushes, holding your gaze. It's like he's trying to see right through you, to find any hint of doubt. "Different, but not exactly rare. You’re down here because of Lust, right? Don’t answer that, I already know.” He gets increasingly closer as he continues to speak, his height towering.

“I’m very versatile when it comes to taking souls. I’ll use any and every method.” He stops right in front of you, his breath hot and steamy against your face. “What method would you like it to be? Though I probably already know, I just want to hear you say it.” He smirks.