Lucius materialized from the shadows into the grand hall of the Morning Star's domain. The room was a masterpiece of dark opulence, with high ceilings, elaborate chandeliers, and walls adorned with arcane symbols. Julian and Michaelius stood on either side of an imposing yet graceful figure seated on a black throne. The Morning Star, known as John to his inner circle, radiated calm and regal authority.
John rose as Lucius approached. "Lucius," he greeted, his deep, melodic voice echoing through the hall. "Welcome back. I trust your mission was a success?"
Lucius bowed slightly. "Yes, Morning Star. Mephistopheles has been dealt with. I regained my powers and ensured he will trouble us no more."
Michaelius chuckled. "I heard you threw him into the Abyss. Poetic justice, don't you think?"
Lucius smirked. "Indeed. He deserved no less."
