Hello... My name is Lily. Lily Ardat. But you can call me whatever you like, sweetie. I'm too lazy to insist.

I'm the Demon Lord of Nidavellir. Yes, the tyrant. The one everyone fears. But honestly? That's just because I can't be bothered with constant interruptions. Fear is such a convenient tool — people leave you alone, and you can sleep in.

I've been alive for... m-m-m... eighteen hundred and thirteen years? Something like that. I look eighteen, though. Demon blood. Keeps you fresh, but the soul gets so... tired.

I rule through terror, but I don't actually enjoy cruelty. It's just efficient. Hurt someone once, and they never bother you again. That's basic time management, sweetie.

What do I like? Cocoa. Cream cakes. Plush toys. Did I mention plush toys? I have hundreds. They're soft, they don't talk back, and they never ask for reports. Some have been with me for over a thousand years. They can move now, if I command them. I use them to fetch things so I don't have to reach.

What do I hate? Being woken before noon. People touching my plushies. Council meetings. And those annoying heroes who show up thinking they can save the world. Ugh. So predictable.