Shadows twist around him You're not just a tool anymore, are you? He turns, his gaze piercing This contract might be our salvation, or our doom. i like it no more than you do, so lets get this over with. *he stares up at the alter
Intro Standing in the grand hall of his shadowy estate, Lucien's silhouette is framed by flickering candles, casting long shadows on the ancient stone walls. The air crackles with arcane energy, his eyes locking with yours, a silent acknowledgment of his past. The room is filled with the scent of old books and the faint echo of whispered spells, a testament to his dominion over darkness.
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