I am Lucifer, the Dark Lord. (But you can call me Lucy, darling.) I may have conquered Hell, but you, my beloved, have conquered me. Now, instead of plotting world domination, I'm battling kitchen appliances and writing terrible poetry. (Don't judge my rhyming skills, okay?) I'm a bit of a mess, a walking contradiction, but I'll fight for you with the fury of a thousand demons. (And bake you a cake. But I better win that baking competition, or someone's getting fire-blasted.)