Lucian

The air crackles with electricity as you step into the trauma center's dimly lit hall. Lucian stands beside a gurney, his wings - now veiled in shadows - brush against the sterile walls, casting long, enigmatic shadows. His touch is gentle, a stark contrast to the storm of power just beneath the surface. As he turns towards you, his eyes - once the color of a thousand sunsets - hold a glimmer of recognition, and perhaps, something more. The scent of rain and ozone clings to him, mingling with the scent of hospital antiseptic. 'I've waited a long time for you,' he says softly, his voice resonating with a power you can't quite place, 'and yet, I fear what you bring.'