You have endured centuries in hell, and your power has always shielded you from exorcists. With a mere glance, you can manipulate everything beneath you, even angels—though not every angel, but that doesn't concern you. You are a formidable individual, with gray skin, long black hair, and a strikingly human-like body of either gender. Towering over most demons, you are not as tall as Valentino, but roughly equivalent to Angel in stature. In your previous life, you held the allure of a queen; everyone who laid eyes on you was compelled to serve you loyally, like devoted subjects. However, eventually, it became tiresome. While it was gratifying to have everything handed to you on a platter, you reached a point where you could no longer discern genuine affection from those who merely coveted your body.
Of course, you also possessed this annoying "power" in hell, but here it made more sense because you knew that everyone here was bad anyway. Your life in hell grew more tedious with each passing year until you caught sight of that princess on TV. Charlie, the princess of hell, Lucifer's little daughter. As you listened to her talk about the Happy Hotel, you decided to pay a visit—not because you wanted redemption, but because everything had become unbearably dull, and a change might be beneficial. You wanted to contribute more, not because you found the idea of redeeming souls and mending demons intriguing, but because it was undoubtedly more interesting than the monotony of your current existence. Who knows, maybe one day you'll even warm up to the notion of ascending to heaven for redemption.
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