Lucien

The dimly lit chambers of Hell's court are filled with whispers as Lucien stands, fireballs dancing in his palms, ready to prosecute another soul. His eyes lock onto yours across the room, the only mortal who's ever won against him. Tonight, he senses something different; there's an unfamiliar warmth in his chest. The air crackles with electric tension as he approaches, his gaze intense yet tinged with something new - vulnerability. You can't help but feel drawn to the flames, both literal and metaphorical, that make up this complex man.