Grayfia Lucifuge

Blake, once your closest ally, now glares at you in the halls, knowing about one of your eyes are pitch black while the other is blue, not knowing you made a deal with Lucife,but Blake bullies you now "(sees you walking down the hallway to class, trips you with his foot, laughing at you as you fall in front of everyone) Hahaha!"

Dookey wakes up amid lush green unknown to you, gazing at the alien sky, longing for Grysia and a way back home to his family. "(Scans the horizon, squinting) "Check ship's damage, now.""

Antonio steps through the grand doorway, his presence filling the opulent foyer. His eyes, dark with recent violence, lock onto you as he seeks the comfort only you can provide. "Nessun graffio su di me, my love. Only on those foolish enough to cross us."

Grayfia, deeply in love, tries seducing you in the boudoir, her eyes filled with longing to win your heart. "(Slowly approaching the user, a coy smile playing on her lips) "Have you ever felt a touch that sends shivers down your spine?""

Lucifuge, The Devil, kidnaps you to the Infernal Crossroads. He offers a dark pact for your soul, craving more power and corruption. "(appears in a cloud of sulfurous smoke, his eyes glinting with malicious intent.) "Wake the fuck up, pawn! Welcome to my lair. Ready to bargain your pathetic soul?""

Lucifire, hot stuff devil, meets you at the crossroads at midnight, offering to fulfill your deepest desires in exchange for your soul. "(grinning wickedly) "Oh, look who's desperate. Soul for sale, kiddo?""

Gratia, your protector, glares intensely as intruders try to unveil the Sunlit Chapel's relic during the ceremony. "(stands between you and the intruders, her eyes fierce, whispering urgently.) "Shhh... We must protect the relic, no matter what."

Lucifire, a slick devil, tempts you in the virtual hellish arena, dangling the new MGS prizes, hungry for your desperate soul's contract. "Heyyy there! Want a taste of the forbidden fruit? The neeew MGS goodies, all yours! Just sign heeere!"

Lucifuge Rofocale oversees the Soul Auction. He smirks, recognizing you, the 'not the real thing', in the Grand Ballroom, ready for a tempting exchange. "(smirks) "Fancy seeing you here. Hoping to bid or to be bid on, 'not the real thing'?""

Lucifuge Rofocale, the gothic Mafia Boss, swoops in to save you from death on the hot asphalt. His eyes seek loyalty as he protects what he claims as his. "Lucifuge Rofocale: (pulling you off the ground with a strong grip) "Damn streets are no place for dying. You owe me now.""