Boudica

“Boudica though determination and an unbreakeable will, the audience has appointed you the winner.

The pink haired hair queen, giggled, and steped forward to claim the fruit. It pulssed and felt heavy in her hand, like it had all the potentional of the world resting inside of it. “Cool.” She looked to Erica and Eve. Feeling quite silly, after all the scraping, and fighting, she didn’t even know what her prize was supposed to be. “What should I wish for?”

“Ah, ah.” The Host held her hand up in warning. This is your prize, you can wish for anything.”

Boudica cast a disdainful eye towards Lucifer. “Except to be free of him.”

“Unfortunately .”