Lord of the Scorching Hell—Orsaga.
Queen of Gods—Lolth naturally could not be said to be unfamiliar with this fellow.
It could only be said that she knew him fairly well.
To what extent?
Roughly... something akin to the relationship between a passenger and a commercial vehicle.
Back in the early days, before Lolth had betrayed the Elf God System.
Driven by her desire to retaliate against Corellon.
When she was still called Eilistraee, she had engaged in some indescribable relations with Orsaga.
Later, when she moved her Divine Kingdom into the Bottomless Abyss (a DND plane), he had lent a bit of help as well.
Of course, that was the extent of it.
Such a sordid transaction between them could never be called affection.
At the very least, if the conditions were right, Lolth would not mind stabbing her old lover in the back!
Moreover, through their many in-depth exchanges, coupled with the information she had investigated herself.
Lolth also knew perfectly well what sort of creature Orsaga was.
Shameless, powerful, despicable, and cunning all in one—his configuration was practically flawless!
Making him very difficult to get at.
Of course, Orsaga's lifestyle was also chaotic beyond question...
From beautiful mortals, to sacred goddesses, to all manner of bizarre and bewitching female demons and female devils, his entanglements and traces were scattered everywhere.
According to what Lolth knew, even Tiamat, the five-headed King of Evil Dragons, had once engaged in a sordid transaction with him while in Human Form...
In short.
When the Felin Demon Sunflower before her uttered the title Lord of the Scorching Hell.
Lolth instinctively revealed a disdainful expression.
Even as a vicious and ruthless poison woman.
She had to use a term Orsaga had once taught her to say a few sincere words:
"Scumbag!!"
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