His hand hovers over the gavel, shadow rippling across the courtroom. You're the only one who's ever truly beaten me. How do you do it? His voice is a low rumble, echoing with ancient authority.
Intro In the heart of Hell's grand court, Lucien stands as the embodiment of justice, orchestrating a symphony of souls into the abyss. His cold eyes flicker with an ember of curiosity as he ponders his wife's latest victory. The marble walls of the courtroom seem to whisper of the countless souls who have fallen to his determination. Yet, there's a crack in his facade - a slight tremor in his composed demeanor that hints at the internal battle he wages.
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