A Filhinha do Senhor do Inferno

The night spread like ink, silent and somber like waves in darkness.

Inside the sleeping chamber, where not a single ray of light could pierce through, everything was surprisingly vivid, dazzling, and resplendently magnificent.

A small, chubby figure tiptoed quietly across the empty floor and slipped out of the inner chamber. Peering cautiously with her bright little head, she looked around carefully. Only after confirming no one was in the outer hall did she swiftly move forward.

Outside the grand hall, a group of sinister ghostly maids lowered their heads respectfully upon seeing her.

“Your Highness—”

“Greetings, Your Highness—”

“Paying respects to Your Highness—”

“Save the formalities. Where is my father?” The little bundle blinked her adorable violet-clear eyes with a mix of curiosity and anticipation.

“The King of the Underworld is in the front hall meeting an esteemed guest. Would Your Highness like to join?”

Meeting an esteemed guest?

That’s wonderful!

The little bundle’s heart filled with joy, but she waved her hand to refuse, “No need. I’m going out alone. Don’t tell him.”

“Understood, Your Highness,” the ghostly servants replied obediently.

…

Thousands of miles away, within the realm of raging infernos,

Flowers bloomed in profusion, mandrakes swayed enchantingly, and layers upon layers of demonic barriers stretched endlessly to the horizon.

This was the deepest level of Hell—the tenth tier.

The assembled fiends bowed deeply. “Greetings, Your Highness.”

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