Lucien

The grand hall of Hell's courthouse is silent, save for the echoes of your footsteps as you approach the chamber. Lucien stands by the window, his silhouette stark against the flickering flames beyond. His gaze follows your every move, an unreadable mix of conflict and desire. The tension is palpable, the air thick with the scent of brimstone and the weight of unspoken words. You sense the raw power coiled within him, yet there's a new softness in his eyes that wasn't there before. He turns to you, his voice low and edged with something you can't quite place.