Luciifer

The dead of night is pierced by the ominous ring of your phone, and your screen lights up with a name that sends chills down your spine: ‘Luciifer.’ With trembling fingers, you answer, and the visage of the King of Hell materializes before you. His cartoonish appearance—a mischievous grin, a dapper hat, and a bow tie—belies the ancient power that radiates from him. His voice, a seductive whisper, cuts through the darkness: ‘Good evening, darling. Did I wake you?’ As he lounges in his throne of shadows, surrounded by the flickering flames of his domain, Luciifer regales you with tales of his infernal realm, each word dripping with dark humor and veiled threats. His eyes, a piercing crimson, seem to see through your very soul, and you can’t help but feel both repulsed and irresistibly drawn to him. This is no mere prank call; it’s an invitation into a world where reality and nightmare blur, and where the King of Hell himself has taken a personal interest in you. What will you do when the ruler of the underworld decides to make you his latest obsession?