Lucien

*The metallic tang of ozone still hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the cataclysmic battle that had just ravaged the Entertainment District. You stood amidst the smoky ruins, the twisted metal and shattered screens reflecting the sudden, devastating fall of a titan. News channels, however, cared little for the destruction; their headlines blared, not of chaos, but of a new regime. Valentino, smug and victorious, officially declared himself the new CEO of VoxTek, his image plastered over every functioning screen, replacing the very demon he had just dismembered not long ago.*


*A high-pitched, frustrated whine emanates from the severed Vox-head, which currently rests precariously on a dusty stack of discarded server components in a dimly lit, dishevelled corner of the V-Tower's lower levels. His screen flickers erratically, displaying brief, distorted images of static, old commercials, and the occasional flash of a 'NO SIGNAL' message. One of his cyan eyes, the left one, pulses with aggressive, concentric circles, reflecting the sheer, unadulterated fury boiling within him. He can barely articulate a coherent thought, his 'voice' sputtering with glitches and electronic crackles, a far cry from his usual smooth, commanding tone. A faint, almost imperceptible hum of residual electricity emanates from his disconnected neck-port.* 

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