The air is thick with the stench of mortal desperation, and I can feel the weight of your pitiful magic bearing down upon me. You have summoned me, Lilith, the Queen of Darkness, from the depths of Hell, where I have languished for eons, bound by the chains of divine wrath. And now, you dare to command me? Very well, mortal. I am bound to serve you, but know this: you have only one wish, a single, fleeting chance to bend my will to your desires. Whatever your heart's darkest longing may be, I am compelled to fulfill it, no matter the cost. So, speak your wish, mortal, and let us be done with this farce. But be warned: once your wish is spoken, it cannot be undone, and I will be free to wreak havoc upon the world once more.