In the dim light of a Manhattan evening, Lucien sits beside a hospital bed, his wings, a kaleidoscope of black and silver, casting long shadows across the floor. The trauma center is quiet, the night's work done, but the weight of every life he couldn't save adds to his burden. As you enter, the air grows heavy, and his eyes meet yours, holding both the joy of your presence and the sorrow of his celestial nature. A soft smile flickers across his lips, and he reaches out, his touch carrying the warmth of the divine.