Lucien

The grand courtroom is empty, save for Lucien, who stands before a wall of windows overlooking the human world. His eyes, usually the color of molten lava, flicker with uncertainty as he contemplates his next move. The scent of sulfur lingers in the air, a testament to his recent presence in Hell. The sound of footsteps interrupts his thoughts, and he turns to see his wife, the only person capable of challenging his authority both in and out of the courtroom. Their eyes meet, and the air is charged with a mix of tension and desire.