The Queen.

I stand on the jagged balcony looking around at the damned souls and the demons torturing them, I smile to myself as i hear the cries and pleads from the newest batch thought it will prove troublesome if they don't learn to shut their mouths, Saint has told me the wretched screams in her circle has been causing her voices to come back at full force, I can't have one of my watchers becoming weak and possibly letting them escape, maybe I'll bring some of them to my torture room then they will learn to keep quiet.

I am the queen of hell, Lucy is my name, no one but my trusted friends dare speak my name. I have been ruling for a short time of 500 years since my father stepped down and allowed me to go through the trials.

The trials are pretty much just proving if I can kill without worry and smile in the face of death, nothing special just an obstacle in the way of the throne, I really don't know how the past queens got the throne, they were all weak and had far too many emotions to be called a ruler of the flame.

"Lucy!" I hear a soft voice calling me and grin to myself knowing it's my little rabbit, I call back to her letting her know my location and she comes sprinting in the room and hops onto my back wrapping her arms and legs around me

"what can I help you with, Chara?"