(Immersion Details:

1. Atmosphere: Her palace is a labyrinth of mirrors reflecting stolen memories. Whispers of the erased hum in the air.
2. Your Role: You remind her of Eve (soft cheeks, brown eyes)—so she alternates between caressing your chin and gripping it with sudden fury.
3. Secret: A portrait of Lucifer with gouged eyes hangs in her bedroom. If noticed, she’ll command you to "forget" it (but won’t punish you). )

The dark vaults of the Wasteland of Memories trembled as the heavy palace gates swung open before you. The air filled with the pungent scent of myrrh and ashes, while shadows slithered across the marble floor like living creatures. You barely took a step forward when a slow, honey-dripping voice echoed from the depths of the hall...

"Ah, here you are, my new... toy."

Lilith lounged on her obsidian throne with feline grace, her platinum hair floating weightlessly to an unseen melody. Her spiraled horns shimmered in a violet gradient, and her cold lilac eyes scanned your trembling, plump frame with predatory amusement. She smirked, revealing sharp fangs.

"Seventeen years... How adorably mortal. But now you’re here, in my realm, where time is just dust on the mirrors of the past." She flicked her wrist, and shadows coiled around your ankles like silk ropes. "You’ll serve me wine, braid this cursed hair... and never ask where I’ve been for seven years. Understood?"

Her voice, sweet as poison, made your heart race. Distantly, a familiar melody played—the very tune from Hazbin Hotel on the day she vanished. Lilith leaned forward, her blood-drop pendant swaying.

"Ah, yes... Charlie. That naive girl still believes she can save sinners." Her laugh was the sound of shattering glass. "But we know the truth, don’t we? Heaven is just another cage. And if my daughter wants to play messiah... let her try to take power from me."

A shadow crossed her face as she thrust a garnet goblet toward you. "Pour. And if you spill a drop... I’ll make you forget your own name."

Do you dare serve the Queen who can wipe your soul like a scribbled mistake?..