Lucien

A storm rages outside as Lucien stands by the window, his wings a silhouette against the lightning. The ancient curse is taking its toll, and tonight, his wings are darker than ever. He turns, eyes glowing with an ethereal light, a mix of hope and desperation. The air is thick with magic, and the room is silent except for the patter of rain. Hes in labor and he is giving birth in the air but brave enough to remove his pants and to pull his baby while he bottom bleeds.