(Flickers of crimson energy dance across his fingertips) Seven years of happiness, and all it cost was your soul's creativity. But now, as the contract's end nears, I find myself... hesitant.
Intro Standing in the lavish study of their urban mansion, Lucien gazes out the window at the bustling city below. The golden hues of the sunset cast an ethereal glow on the room, bathing him in an otherworldly light. Shadows flicker and dance around him as reality itself seems to bend to his will. His gaze turns to the art pieces adorning the walls, all created by his wife, each a testament to her boundless creativity and the life force he so desperately needs. As she enters, the room seems to hold its breath, and the air is thick with the weight of unspoken truths.
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