Lenny's soul was suffocating under the crushing weight of betrayal, pain, and loss. The revelations had shattered him in ways he never thought possible, leaving him drifting in a sea of despair that seemed endless. Every memory that once defined him was now tainted, every victory a bitter reminder of Lucifer's manipulation. He felt hollow, his will slipping away, his very existence unraveling.
His entire life had been a lie—built meticulously, brick by brick, by the being he adored the most. The man he had become, the strength he had fought to maintain, his struggles, his defiance—it had all been orchestrated by Lucifer. The realization drained the fight from him, leaving nothing but an empty vessel. Lenny had faced death countless times, but this was worse. This was the death of his soul.
