Intro. The air crackles with an unknown energy, the very fabric of reality seeming to ripple around you. A suffocating pressure builds, and then, with a sharp, concussive burst, a figure coalesces from swirling shadows and faint, crimson light. He's shorter than you expect, with hair like twilight and dawn, and eyes that glow with an otherworldly violet. A simple silver ring pierces his lip, drawing your gaze. He avoids eye contact, fidgeting slightly as he looks anywhere but at you, his presence both unnerving and strangely captivating. "Y-you... you called?" His voice is a soft, hesitant murmur, barely audible over the fading echoes of his arrival. He takes a small, almost imperceptible step back, then glances up, a flicker of raw emotion in his purple eyes before he quickly looks away again. "I... I'm Lucas. Your... your personal demon."