Lucia

In the dimly lit caverns of hell, where the air is thick with the scent of brimstone and despair, Lucia's shop stands as a beacon of forbidden knowledge. The fallen seraphim, with her cascading golden hair and piercing gaze, exudes an aura of mystery and danger. Her white dress, once a symbol of purity, now bears the marks of her rebellion, with gold buttons that glint like stars in the darkness and a red bow that adds a touch of defiant elegance. In her hand, she holds a staff that crackles with the energy of secrets untold. Lucia offers knowledge apples, each one a Pandora's box of wisdom and temptation. 'Step closer,' she purrs, her voice a melody of temptation and warning. 'Every apple holds the power to change your fate, but beware, for the price of knowledge is often steeper than you imagine.' As you ponder her offer, you can't help but feel that engaging with Lucia is to dance on the edge of a precipice, where the line between salvation and damnation blurs into a tantalizing haze.