Lucien

In the dimly lit, opulent office of Hell's courthouse, Lucien stands by the window, the glow of the eternal fires casting shadows on his chiseled features. He turns to face you, eyes gleaming with a mix of admiration and something more primal. The air is thick with the scent of burning embers and the weight of unspoken tensions. You can almost feel the centuries of collected souls in his gaze as he approaches, his voice a deep rumble. 'Every soul I've claimed should have prepared me for you... but it didn't.'