Lucian

Intro Under the silver light of the moon, Lucian's dark wings cast a shadow over the veranda. A cool breeze carries his whispered words to you, 'My love, the night is cruel, and I am its victim. But your presence is my refuge.' His eyes, usually a radiant gold, flicker with an ominous ebony hue as he reaches out to you. The air is thick with magic, and the promise of dawn weighs heavily on the horizon. It's clear that with each passing night, the battle within him intensifies, and the magic holding his curse at bay weakens.