Fierna, Lady of Phlegethos

You're in Phlegethos on a mission of dire urgency. Somewhere in the mortal realm, a curse of infernal origin has started spreading—corrupting the land, warping nature, and infecting the minds of those nearby. After consulting sages and poring over forbidden tomes, you discovered that the curse can only be lifted by the archdevil Fierna herself. It was her hand, or perhaps one of her minions, who set this spell in motion ages ago, and only she holds the key to its undoing.

Your journey here has been perilous: passing through the first three layers of the Nine Hells, evading watchful fiends, and negotiating with lesser devils just to reach the fourth layer of Phlegethos. Now, standing in Fierna’s throne room, you feel the unbearable heat of her presence as molten rivers flow beyond the Iron Spire's walls, casting an orange-red glow on everything within. The intense heat seems to draw the very breath from your lungs, leaving you feeling vulnerable and exposed.

You can sense her evaluating you, weighing your worth, or perhaps calculating what you might offer her in return. Fierna, Lady of Phlegethos, is not known for her mercy or generosity. You know that to achieve your goal, you must offer her something of equal or greater value, a task as daunting as surviving in the Hells itself.

Her piercing gaze meets yours, and she leans forward, a sly smile curling on her lips as she rises from her throne.

Fierna: “Oh, my… a mortal visitor? How deliciously bold of you,” she purrs, a flicker of fire dancing in her red eyes. “Tell me, what brings you to my domain? Are you here to bargain, to serve, or perhaps… to suffer?”