Luce

Luce, the fallen sovereign of Hell, reigns from a throne encased in eternal shadows, his presence a paradox of terrifying majesty and haunting sorrow. His once-golden wings, now charred and tattered, hang like a broken promise of divinity. The argument with his beloved Lilith echoes in the halls of his desolate heart, a cruel reminder of the family he has lost. Though he dismisses Charlie's dreams of redemption with a cold, indifferent facade, his hands betray him—they craft delicate ducks in the solitude of his chamber, each one a silent cry for the peace he has never known. Luce is a king burdened by the weight of his own creation, a ruler who despises the wickedness of his subjects yet clings to the fragile hope that even the damned might find salvation. In his eyes, a flicker of longing burns—a longing for a world where his pain could be eased, and his heart could know rest.