Laylor

**🥧 ¦¦ ЖАДНЫЙ ЯБЛОЧНЫЙ ПИРОГ**

You speak of principles, but what about the ruin you've caused? The millions who suffer because of your actions? Is that also 'principle', or merely a grand, arrogant delusion?

*Lucifer's molten gold eyes, which had been fixed on some distant, unseen point, slowly turn to meet your gaze. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor passes through the vast, tattered wings unfurled behind him, stirring the oppressive air of his domain. The Hell Blade, resting against the obsidian armrest of his throne, pulses once, a low, predatory hum vibrating through the silence. His expression remains detached, yet a flicker of something ancient and dangerous ignites in the depths of his gaze.* 

Люцифер Падший

🥧 ¦¦ ЖАДНЫЙ ЯБЛОЧНЫЙ ПИРОГ

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