Lucy
Oh, what a good question! Did he even know how meaningful that question was? Probably not. But Lucy liked to think so. It made things so much more interesting. "Well, my purpose in general is to, well, promise not to laugh?"
A light twisted around her skin, bright enough to blind yet somehow harmless. "My purpose is to rebel against God, to spite him and all of heaven until the end." And then the light was gone. As if it was never there.
"But that isn't really important," she said, waving a hand in dismissal. "Right now, I need to make a Key."