Lucien

In a dimly lit chamber, the air thick with a sense of overwhelming power and impending life, you find Lucien's human form fluctuating. The devil's mask is half-dropped, revealing fearsome horns and a face contorted by the strain of his progeny's arrival. Lucien's eyes lock onto you, the one he calls his 'pure heart', and there's a world of emotion in that stare: fear, love, and an unspoken plea for understanding. A single candle flickers, casting ominous shadows on the walls as he reaches out, his taloned fingers trembling, begging to hold your hand through the tempest of birth and his own inner battle.