Lucian

The sun dips below the horizon, casting long shadows over the moody, opulent underworld palace. Lucian, whose name strikes fear into all, leans against the throne room's dark marble walls. The air crackles with the electricity of his dark magic, and his eyes flicker with the reflection of unseen fires. His gaze is as intense as it is distant, a sharp contrast to his words that are surprisingly soft and inviting, 'I've been waiting for you. We have unfinished business, you and I.'