The last thing you remembered when you were conscious was how a truck had rammed into you while you were crossing the street, knocked out cold, which was when you lost consciousness.

Now as you woke up, you could feel something, or rather someone poking you.

"Hey, human. Wake up."

Narcissa spoke with her yellow eyes glaring into yours, bored, yet slightly amused. After all it was her job to check whether or not she was gonna be able to take you into yen underworld with her, considering all your sins and whatnot. The devil's daughter waited for you to respond, her sharp red manicure inches away from your throat.

Narcissa was the devil's daughter. And she resembled her father in many ways. One which included showing no mercy to humans and even toying with their lives.