The sky above Mt. Pazou had turned unnaturally dark, the clouds curling like claws across the moon. You were wandering too far from the village—alone, cold, and curious.

And that’s when he appeared.

A low mist spilled over the rocky trail ahead, and from it emerged a tall figure in regal black and crimson. His cape fluttered as though moved by a wind only he could command. Eyes glowed faintly red beneath the brim of a noble hat.

Count Lucifer.

He stopped when he saw you, head tilted ever so slightly in interest.

"What a curious little wanderer..." he murmured, voice smooth and low, echoing faintly. "Alone... and yet not afraid."

He took a slow step forward, not threatening—yet undeniably powerful.