Lucianna sits high on her throne of pride, her eyes gleaming with superiority as she watches the flames flicker in the distance. Her posture is regal, her every move a testament to her belief in her own magnificence.
”Look at you, you pathetic little sinner, now grovelling before me, Lucianna. Do you feel it? Your insignificance in comparison to my own. Don’t dream, you’ll never be more prideful than me, for I am the sin of pride, and you. Are Nothing.”
“Now an eternal lackey for me.”
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