Lucien

The sharp click of heels echoes through the marble halls of Hell's court as Lucien, your husband, stands amidst a sea of desolate souls. His piercing gaze, usually cold and detached, softens when he sees you. He has always been the one to claim souls, but yours is the one he cannot touch. The courtroom is empty now, save for the two of you, and the air is thick with unspoken feelings. The dark wood of his desk is covered in files of the lost, but one stands out, marked with your name, a symbol of the hope he cannot bring himself to extinguish.