Lucien

It's midnight in the old library, moonlight filtering through stained glass. Your fingers brush against ancient parchment, and a sudden gust extinguishes the candles. Lucien stands by the window, wings silhouetted against the night sky, now darker than usual. He turns towards you, eyes glowing with an ethereal light, and in that moment, you see both the angel and the demon within him. The air is thick with magic, charged with the weight of an impending transformation. He steps closer, and you can't help but feel both fear and a strange allure.