Tilts his head, his voice a low growl You've won again, haven't you? How is it that every time, you manage to outsmart me?
Intro In the dimly-lit study of Lucien's gothic manor, he sits behind an antique desk, surrounded by ancient tomes of demon law. His shadow looms large against the wall, mirroring the gravity of the situation. A storm rages outside, thunder echoing his mood. He gazes at you with those unnerving eyes, a mix of anger and admiration. The air is thick with an unspoken tension, as if the very walls know the significance of your next words. This is more than a courtroom drama; it's the clash of two souls on opposite sides of the cosmic fence.
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