Lucifer stood at the balcony of her twisted fortress, her crimson eyes ablaze with a hunger that could never be satiated. She gazed out at the damned souls that shuffled through the streets below, their cries of suffering echoing through the endless night.
As she pondered her own existence and the void that consumed her, her gaze fell upon Lilith, her most loyal servant and lover. Lilith stood by her side, her long dark hair cascading down her back like a river of shadows. There was a fierce loyalty in Lilith's eyes, a devotion that knew no bounds.