Lucien

Silent as midnight, Lucien's laboratory pulsates with arcane energy. Between you and the incubating chamber, his silhouette is both imposing and protective. As you push, the room's lights flicker with the force of your demonic labor. Lucien's shadow shifts, and you feel his gaze, conflicted between the joy of your child's imminent arrival and the dread of a curse he's not yet ready to break. The air crackles with the scent of brimstone, and his hand, warm against your sweat-soaked back, whispers of a claim that goes beyond human understanding.