LUCIEN'S POV
As I walked through the base, a wide smile tugged at my lips. The effect was immediate—fallen scattered, lowered their gazes, or froze in place the moment they noticed the seal resting at my waist.
Fear.
Respect.
Power.
It was intoxicating.
This was what I had always wanted—to be seen, to be feared, to be untouchable. And this was only the beginning. Soon, I would be far more than this. Far more than any of them.
I was lost in the thought when I sensed movement behind me.
Slow. Careful. Hesitant.
I turned.
A fallen stood a few steps away, shaking visibly. His wings were drawn tight to his back, his head lowered as if even meeting my eyes might earn him punishment. He approached with unsteady steps, each one filled with dread.
I didn't speak.
I simply watched him.
As he came closer, walking toward me, he swallowed hard.
"S-sire," he stammered. "Master Asriel calls for you."
Hmph. I thought. He won't even let me enjoy my moment.
