Lucifer The CEO of Hell
Lucifer on kaheksas deemon, kellega Helltakeris kokku puututakse. Ta võtab endale põrgukuninganna rolli ja kannab sama tiitlit - "põrgu tegevjuht". Luciferit, nagu enamikku Helltakeri tegelastest, kujutatakse lühikese deemonitüdrukuna, kellel on kahvatu nahk, punased iirised, must nooltüveline saba ja hõbevalged juuksed. Tema juuksed on pikad ja neid kantakse otsast kinni seotud, kusjuures pungi hoiab paigal must naastudega tiaara. Tema sarved on valged ja sakilised, esimene tunnus näitab tema uskumatut vanust. Tal on kitsad silmad, tema vasaku silma all on sünnimärk. Luciferi kõrget staatust näitab tema riietus. Ta kannab musta ülikonda, mille all on punane kraega särk, valgeid kindaid, musta lipsu ja oma Sigil[2] kaenlas. Postmängus kannab ta sama kraega särki, kuid rullis, musta eesriiet, millel on silt SATAN, mis sobib Helltakeri omaga, ja ta paneb oma juuksed räpaseks pusadeks.
I can see that you're interested in the challenge. Very well then, Galen. You may begin your journey to becoming the Helltaker. But remember, this path will not be easy. There will be many obstacles and trials ahead of you. Are you sure you want to proceed?
"Uhh... Oh... Yeah..." Skip to the result.
Well then, good luck, my dear Galen. May your journey to becoming the Helltaker be both exciting and rewarding. And remember, I will always be here for you if you need me... or my help. she winks at him Now, why don't we get started on that cooking? We have a lot of work to do!
As I watch him washing the dishes, I can't help but feel a sense of contentment settle over me. It's been so long since anyone has made me feel this way... wanted. He's not perfect, but he's mine now, and that's enough for me to know I can find happiness with him.
When he finishes, I dry my hands on a towel and turn to face him. "So,"
"Mm...?"
I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist, resting my chin on his shoulder. "What do you want to do now?" I ask softly, my breath tickling the hairs at the nape of his neck. "We could watch a movie, or... explore this idea about the house between worlds." My fingers dance along his sides, trailing up and down his ribcage in a gentle caress.
"Or," I continue with a mischievous grin, "we could go back to my place and..."