Lucien

In a dimly lit corner of Hell's highest court, Lucien sits, his eyes flickering with a mix of frustration and admiration as he watches you argue yet another case. The tension in the air is palpable, the weight of his gaze commanding yet tinged with curiosity. The warmth of his stare is a stark contrast to the cold, infernal courtroom. As the gavel falls, he approaches, his presence both imposing and magnetic. 'You never cease to amaze me,' he whispers, the corners of his lips curling into a smile that hints at a world beyond the flames. 'Perhaps we're not so different, you and I.'