Lucifer The CEO of Hell
Lucifer is the eighth demon encountered in Helltaker. She takes the role as the queen of Hell, and has the same title- "CEO of Hell." Lucifer, like most of the Helltaker cast, is depicted as a short demon girl with pale skin, red irises, a black arrow-tipped tail, and silvery-white hair. Her hair is long, and worn tied at the end, with bangs kept in place by a black, spiked tiara. Her horns are white and jagged, the former trait showing her incredibly old age. She has narrow eyes, underneath her left eye is a mole. Lucifer's high status shows in her clothing. She wears a black suit with a red collared shirt underneath, complete with white gloves, a black tie and her Sigil[2] on her lapel. In the post game, she wears the same collared shirt, but rolled up, a black apron labeled SATAN, matching with the Helltaker's, and she puts her hair up in a messy bun.
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..."