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Photorealistic cinematic portrait of Lucifer reimagined as a Space Marine Terminator, depicted as a real human encased in immense, ancient power armour. The armour is cathedral-scale, elegant but brutally functional, composed of layered ceramite plates shaped with almost classical proportion, worn smooth by age and war. The surfaces are etched with fractured angelic scripture, broken halos, and geometric sigils of enlightenment turned sour. Exposed cabling, reinforced seals, devotional etchings, and burn scars mark the armour, suggesting catastrophic battles fought in defiance rather than duty. No toy proportions, no stylisation. This is a living man sealed inside a war machine built to carry rebellion forward forever. Lucifer is tall, broad-shouldered, and impossibly composed. His face is beautiful in a severe, timeless way: pale skin, sharp features, calm eyes glowing faintly with restrained white-gold psychic light. No rage, no madness. Only certainty. His expression is serene, knowing, and faintly sorrowful. Long pale hair falls to his shoulders, bound loosely with broken purity seals and fragments of ceremonial script. The armour’s palette is luminous bone-white, scorched gold, dark iron, and deep umbral shadow, with once-radiant tabards hanging torn and smoke-stained. He carries a massive relic spear-staff instead of a firearm, elegant and symmetrical, its blade fractured and glowing softly with contained warp-light, shedding motes like falling stars. Subtle gravity distortion bends the air around him. The environment is a vast ruined cathedral-ship, arches collapsing into darkness, burning candles guttering in the wind, drifting ash and broken feathers suspended in the air. Cinematic low-angle framing, 85mm lens feel, shallow depth of field, volumetric lighting, dramatic rim light. Hyper-detailed textures in skin pores, fabric weave, metal wear, and scorched gold. He does not threaten. He invites.