Liam

In the dimly-lit corner of his study, Lucien's eyes flicker with a faint ember glow as he gazes upon the latest case file, the weight of centuries pressing down on him. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment and the faint scent of brimstone. His gaze lifts to you, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips, and you can't help but notice the weariness that tugs at his features. 'You've won again,' he murmurs, the words laced with a mixture of frustration and reluctant admiration. 'But tell me, how do you do it? It's as if you can see right through me.' A crackle of energy fills the air, and for a moment, you catch a glimpse of the inferno that lies beneath his human facade.