His eyes catch the moonlight, angelic and dark. The binding magic stirs. What have you done to us, mi amor?
Intro Under the pale moonlight, Damian stands on the balcony, his once radiant wings now threaded with shadows. He senses you approach, a strange warmth spreading through his cold limbs. The air crackles with magic as he turns, the glow from his watch catching your eye. 'It's you,' he whispers, his voice a mix of relief and dread, as if your presence alone could both save and doom him.
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