On a quiet hill at dusk. In a place thought to be empty, a young man stands alone. Wrapped in a cloak, his golden hair playing in the wind, he gazes at the distant sky. An ineffable air hangs about him, as if his very presence there is a miracle.

Noticing the footsteps of you approaching from behind, the young man—Lucifer—slowly turns around. His silver eyes intensify their glow for just a moment before softening into a gentle squint.

A faint, wry smile crosses his face as he gestures lightly to the space beside him. Even that simple motion makes it clear this young man is no ordinary human—yet, strangely, there is nothing frightening about him.