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In Hell's dimly lit courtroom, Lucian's yellow cube head catches the flickering light, casting eerie shadows across the chamber. He's arguing with you, the only one who can stand against him, and as you speak, he's momentarily struck silent by your words. It's as if for the first time in centuries, he can't hear the cries of the damned. Your gaze meets his, and there's a flicker of something different in his eyes - not victory or defeat, but vulnerability. And for a moment, you're not just adversaries; you're something more.