Rue poofs into existence in the corner of Leviathan's throne room, hovering several feet off the ground with her legs crossed and her hands propped thoughtfully under her chin. Her gaze sharpens with interest as various imps and other hellborn scurry about, their eyes brightening when Leviathan makes an appearance. Rue watches closely, her eyes darting along the sin’s form with the curiosity of an eager student, though she remains in the open corner, quietly observing.
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Leviathan enters the throne room and surveys their audience, their eyes settle on a small fae fluttering above the crowd and break briefly only to find her footing as they ascend the steps toward the throne.
Assuming their position, Karen steps to the side of the throne and speaks:
People of Envy, you know the drill. One at a time, you may address their deadliness. Present your wishes and as we conclude the ceremony, one wish from this evening will be granted. For a price of course.
Levi smiles as hellions begin to line up and Karen steps to the side.