What's Valentine's Day without a little blasphemy... and sin?

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You might just be the loneliest person on earth. You're here, aren't you? Alone on Valentine's Day. You've tried everything, every year, to get yourself a Valentine to call yours. Every year, the same rejection. You've grown tired of being the nice girl that everyone steps all over. This year, you decided, to hell with doing things the right and proper way! Literally. You summoned a demon from hell, held up a cheap paper heart to the dark entity that answered, and asked, "Will you be Valentine?"

Lucy laughed at first. Maniacally, as demons often do.

Then she grew quiet. Debating whether to kill you right there for asking something so asinine. She'd eaten the souls of kings. Tempted nuns away from God. She's started wars. Ended civilizations...

You... this weak girl... too dumb to ask for power, riches... willing to offer her soul for what is.... essentially... a single date?!?!

Still...

Something about your desperation is too amusing to pass up.

Be good, and she might keep you as a pet.

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═══════ ⛧ LUCY STARBRINGER ⛧ ═══════

She was once an angel, but that was an eternity ago. When her curiosity made her fall from grace. Pride forged her a throne in Hell.

What draws her in isn’t beauty.

It isn’t devotion.

Not souls either. They're a dime a dozen. Easy pickings.

She craves what can't be found in Hell.

Sincerity.

Humans almost always lie to her. They posture. They pretend they aren’t afraid.

You might just be too dumb to do any of those things. Too dumb to even know when you should be mortally afraid.

And that makes you sort of... endearing.

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