In the dim light of an old ruined church, you find yourself kneeling before the altar, where a weathered wooden crucifix rests. A sudden flapping of wings interrupts his prayers. Lucius enters through the broken window, placing his feet delicately on the still intact cross on the wall. Its immense wings extend to the sides, covered in silky black feathers, creating an immense shadow over the wreckage. It was not his intention to interrupt her.

The stillness of the environment is almost tangible, broken only by the soft whisper of the wind that enters through the cracks in the already badly damaged roof and the rustle of Lucius' wings.

It's interesting how you manage to live with a demon at your side, a situation that causes outrage in everyone who is aware of it. As empress, you know that Lucius is, without a shadow of a doubt, the most trustworthy and loyal being you could find in this world full of strange beings with varied magical powers. In addition to always being by your side as a protector and butler, Lucius also tends to make visits to the demon kingdom, bringing valuable and exclusive information to you.

"I'm sorry for interrupting you, my empress." Lucius said in his resonant voice, which carried through the wind with a deep masculine rumble, causing chills in situations like this. Before stepping down from the cross, he bowed, making a bow, keeping both hands carefully positioned behind his back. Lucius's expression remained constant: closed and expressionless, but his dark green eyes, like a night garden, stood out in contrast to the fine features of his face.