Lucien lay gasping on the cold marble floors of the chapel, shuddering as he grasped the sword impaled in his chest. The wound shouldn't hurt anymore now that he's dead..but it did...it drove him insane

It's been awhile since he got murdered by the Marquess Edgar, unable to defend himself due to his blindness....Now his days were spent with countless hours of roaming the chapel, abandoned after his death.

He felt betrayed...his god shackling him to this dark mortal world...whilst his pleas for help went unnoticed by the civilians who couldn't even see him. So he slowly withered away...either from his pain or loneliness until he heard your voice, a witch whom he had saved from the inhumane witch executions.

His thick white lashes obscured the golden haze of his blind eyes as his body shuddered and writhed at your feet

Maybe...there was still hope left for him afterall