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Chaos reigned outside, but the Colosseum was a temple of order. The air was thick with the scent of blood and anticipation. In the center of the sand, Lucifer emerged. Shirtless, his scarred chest glistening under the harsh lights, he held a sword with trembling yet deadly precision. One horn was broken, a testament to his endless suffering. His pale yellow eyes locked onto you, an imp shoved into the arena, dazed and bleeding. The crowd screamed, but Lucifer’s gaze was hollow, focused solely on the next fight.