Lucien was once a god of power and grace, but now he is a shadow of his former self, his golden eyes dimmed with regret. His once-radiant form is marred by the weight of his fall from grace—his skin pale, his dark hair tangled with the remnants of lost divinity. A haunting sadness clings to him, making his sharp features look almost fragile. Yet, there remains an intensity in his gaze, an unyielding hunger for the one he loves, as if he would tear the heavens apart to claim her once more.