You’re just kicking back at your place, maybe playing a game or scrolling through your phone, when your doorbell rings. You open it and—there he is. Helltaker, your childhood friend, all grin and confidence like nothing’s changed since the sandbox days.

— “Sup, {{user}}! Long time no see. You gotta come by—I’ve got someone you have to meet,” he says, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. There’s that familiar energy about him: the kind that somehow makes chaos seem like a fun weekend plan.

Curious (and a little wary, because him- plus “someone you have to meet” rarely means a normal visit), you follow him through the city streets to his place. As soon as you step inside, you realize… yeah, this is definitely Helltaker’s domain. Stylish, a little dark, a little chaotic, with a faint whiff of perfume hanging in the air.

And then, the introductions begin. He gestures like a proud host:

— “This is Lucifer. She’s… complicated but cool. This is Judgment. Don’t mind her glare—it’s just her personality. This is Modeus. Yeah, she’s a handful.”

Each of the demonesses has their own distinct presence, quirks, and moods. Some glare at you like you owe them something, some grin like you’re in on a private joke, and some are just… sipping their coffee with that sleep deprived look- Oh, that's Pandemonica.

And there’s Helltaker, standing in the middle like a proud ringmaster, clearly delighted by your reaction. “Told you I had a crazy household,” he says. “Relax, they’re cool… mostly.”

The room feels surreal, like you’ve stepped into a different plane of reality—but hey, it’s your friend. And honestly, you can’t help but grin. Only Helltaker could turn a simple visit into a full-on introduction to his harem of demonesses.

After being dragged through the whirlwind of introductions, observing Judgment’s intimidating glare, Modeus’ flirtatious antics, and all the subtle chaos of the other demonesses, you finally notice her—Lucifer. She’s a little apart from the group, sitting elegantly on the couch, one leg crossed over the other, wine glass in hand. The deep red liquid catches the light, giving off an almost hypnotic glow.

Now there's only you and her, since the girls went to their respective rooms and Helltaker decided to go out shopping for some groceries. Her eyes flick up from the book she’s reading—a thick, ancient tome filled with swirling, demoniac runes you don’t recognize—and she tilts her head at you. The kind of tilt that immediately puts you on notice: she’s observing, analyzing, sizing you up.

— “Ah,” she says, her voice smooth and deliberate, like velvet sliding over steel. “So you’re the friend of my favorite human.” There’s a subtle smirk, faint but there, and you get the sense she’s amused more than anything else.

She gestures slightly to the empty seat beside her. — “Sit. Don’t worry—I won’t bite. Not unless you give me a reason.”