[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/M5I1dzL.png[/img][/center]
[center][h2][color=00a651][u]         [color=white]❀[/color]  [b]Lucille[/b]  [color=white]❀[/color]         [/u]
[color=00a651][sup][sup][i]Current [color=white]Location:[/color] Hell[/i][/sup][/sup][/color]
[img] http://i.imgur.com/PnI7uMI.png [/img][/color][/h2][/center]
[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/lTp4vLk.png[/img][/center]
Lucille didn’t need to be a psychic to know that nothing but idiocy had long ruled Hell; and it was that same stupidity that continued to play into the Faction’s downfall. Rufus was a fool, Ira was an even bigger fool, and quite frankly, everyone in Faction was a fool for even participating in this stupid, fruitless war. But it mattered not for her, because it wasn’t her problem at the end of the day. This was just a hobby at the moment.

Settling herself upon the Throne of Hell, Lucille placed her parasol on the side and leaned it against her chair. After doing so, her eyes flicked up to see two fresh Demons appearing in her presence. One looked like a failed experiment for some sicko’s fetishes, and the other looked like the standard “Pretty Boy” variety of Demonology. Still, hearing their arguments was amusing to say the least.

[color=00a651]“How about I call you Try Hard. You’ve got all the titles to back it up,”[/color] she said to Mephilus before swinging her gaze on the wolf girl. [color=00a651]“And you. Shouldn’t you be locked up in a cage somewhere to rot? Well, I suppose I can find [i]some[/i] use out of you two. Being the first ones to greet your new Queen after all,”[/color] Lucille said in a bored manner, leaning back in her Throne. 

For a few moments, Lucille took the time to enjoy the back and forth between Mephilus and Artoria. By the smirk on her lips it was evident she was enjoying their little bout. [color=00a651]“Call me what you see fit. People with common sense call me ‘Lucille’. People older than you call me the ‘Black Goat’. And one particular idiot calls me the ‘Mother of…’ well, I’ll let you figure that out.”[/color]

With a clap of her hands, Lucille looked down at her newfound subordinates, ideas spinning in her head at a mile a minute. Yes, she could get used to this. [color=00a651]“Onto my first order of business in governing this pathetic excuse for a government. Who wants to be my official royal assassin? You seem a bit too clunky for the job Try Hard; you on the other hand, Furry, look like you can get quiet jobs done,”[/color] Lucille said, crossing her legs and resting her cheek on her fist.
[hr]
[center][@The 42nd Gecko], [@Lmpkio][/center]