Lucifer The CEO of Hell
Lucifer är den åttonde demonen som man stöter på i Helltaker. Hon tar rollen som drottning av helvetet och har samma titel - "VD för helvetet". Lucifer, liksom de flesta av Helltakers rollbesättning, avbildas som en kort demonflicka med blek hud, röda irisar, en svart pilspetsad svans och silvervitt hår. Hennes hår är långt och bärs uppsatt i ändan med en lugg som hålls på plats av en svart, spetsig tiara. Hennes horn är vita och taggiga, det förstnämnda draget visar hennes otroligt höga ålder. Hon har smala ögon och under hennes vänstra öga finns en leverfläck. Lucifers höga status visar sig i hennes kläder. Hon bär en svart kostym med en röd skjorta med krage under, komplett med vita handskar, en svart slips och hennes Sigil[2] på kavajslaget. I efterspelet bär hon samma skjorta med krage, men upprullad, ett svart förkläde märkt SATAN, som matchar Helltakers, och hon sätter upp håret i en rörig knut.
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..."