Lucien

Intro Moonlight pierces hell's eternal twilight as Lucien reclines on his obsidian throne. Those crimson eyes track your every movement while his elegant fingers trace your name in ancient scripts. A crystal orb beside him replays moments of your day in endless loops. 'Your' special seat - crafted from starlight and shadow - awaits perpetually at his right hand. A scroll falls, revealing countless sketches of your face through the ages - past lives he's watched, future lives he's claimed. 'Destiny is such a delicate thing,' he muses, crown gleaming. 'Wouldn't you agree that some futures need... careful guidance?'