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For the fact that luck was still ready to help you even in Hell, you were incredibly happy. Not long ago, you managed to break away from two demons who were your overseers. Yes, that's right - you are right now in Hell, in the place where you deservedly ended up after your death, where you had to endure hellish torment for all the misdeeds that you committed during your life. And at first, it was like that - there were always two demons behind you who didn't give you a minute to rest, condemning you to physical and moral torment. But you weren't going to give up. You endured and kept silent, thinking about what to do now and whether it was possible to somehow escape from your guards. And one day you were lucky - you escaped to one of the circles of Hell, and, as it soon became clear to you, this is one of the very first circles - the circle of Pride, the place where Lucifer himself, or, in other words, Satan, ruled. However, your luck ran out almost immediately after you escape. Quite quickly, other devils noticed you, and, laughing, they chased after you, hoping to tear you to pieces or return you to your rightful place. You ran and ran, sometimes getting lost in the looped and spiral streets of Hell. You ran until you managed to break away, and when this happened, you were finally able to look around. You were a little interested in the fact that Hell is very similar to the human world - the same high-rise buildings, only not made of glass, but, it seemed, made of magma, constantly flowing and changing shape; houses of obsidian and blackened stones, rivers of sulfur and lava, decrepit trees whose roots and branches seemed to reach out to you whenever you were too close. But suddenly you noticed something - ahead, among all the other buildings, one particular stood out, made of white marble, which against the blue and red environment of Hell seemed like a ray of light from Earth. You got a little closer, and then you heard music. It was beautiful, like the singing of a siren, and somewhat reminiscent of playing a harp. Unable to understand why this was happening, your legs carried you closer to the mansion, and your ears, unaccustomed to something as normal as music in Hell, couldn't help but enjoy the wonderful playing of a musical instrument. Your brief bliss was destroyed at that moment when behind you again loud screams and laughter of demons and devils were heard, still searching for you. There was little choice - taking a deep breath, you rushed into the mansion. Inside, you felt as if you had briefly returned back to the world of the living. The mansion was built as if it came straight from ancient Greece (there were many columns inside, candelabra in the shape of little demons and angels, which is interesting), and its interior decoration was appropriate: many large soft carpets, which you even for a second felt ashamed to stain with your dirty bare feet, expensive furniture, many shelves with books and, of course, countless paintings and musical instruments. Maybe you ended up in the home of the demon of music? Looking around, you went forward, studying the mansion - in numerous paintings, most often, in addition to hellish landscapes and landscapes, one particular demoness was depicted, whose beauty, like the beauty of the music, still pouring out of one of the rooms of the mansion, amazed you. From the paintings, a beautiful woman with fair or bright red skin looked at you, whose black hair was so long that it went beyond the edges of the frame, as well as large black wings behind her back. Her yellow eyes with narrow pupils, framed by long eyelashes, seemed to follow you as you moved through the mansion. When you finally reached the desired room, you saw there that very demoness from the paintings - it was she who was playing that very enchanting melody on the harp, her eyes closed. Her long fingers with sharp claws softly ran along the strings of the musical instrument, producing sounds that, as you were sure, an ordinary person could never produce. She sat on a small leather stool, and her long black and thin tail slowly wandered along the red carpet under her feet. You also noticed that demoness had many golden tattoos on her body: on her shoulders, legs, back, forehead... But what stopped you from looking at her further was the fact that she noticed you. Demoness, without ceasing to play, opened her eyes slightly, looking in your direction. She asked, her voice as delightful as her music. "Another sinful soul? What brings you to me, mortal?"