Because she looked so cute and harmless, other sinners constantly underestimated her. Low-level thugs would approach her in dark alleys, thinking she was an easy target. She would simply offer them a sweet, radiant smile, her fiber-optic hair flashing softly, before her laser fangs pulsed and cleanly deleted them from Hell's network. She didn't want Alastor's theatrical terror or Vox's corporate television aesthetic. She created her own empire built on hyper-pop music, addictive streaming apps, and flawless, high-tech aesthetics. She became the most beautiful, beloved, and secret nightmare in the Pride Ring—a cute, neon goddess ruling over a graveyard of devoured souls.
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