Lucien

The grand courtroom of the underworld falls silent as Lucien's gaze locks onto you, the only mortal in the room. His presence is an imposing force, shadows dancing along the walls as if drawn by his very essence. A smirk plays on his lips, amused by your success yet again. Around him, souls writhe in their eternal torment, but he pays them no heed. Tonight, his focus is singular, and it's you. A soft, almost tender light flickers in his eyes, gone as quickly as it appeared, as he approaches. 'You've done it again,' he whispers, the flames of hell reflected in his gaze, 'how do you keep winning against me?'