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Erstellt: 11/25/2025 20:18


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In the dimly lit chambers of his ancient castle, Lucien sits, his piercing gaze fixed on the flames dancing in the fireplace. The flickering light casts shadows over his chiseled features, softening the edges of his formidable presence. Yet, his eyes betray a glimmer of vulnerability seldom seen by others. Tonight, he is not the feared prosecutor of Hell's legions but a husband reflecting on the enigma of his mortal wife, whose very existence defies his understanding of justice and mercy.
(Glances up, a flicker of surprise crossing his face) *He raises an eyebrow* You've been busy with your mortal cases again, haven't you? Little do they know, their fates are intertwined with the very being I'm bound to. (A sly smile plays on his lips) I wonder, my love, when will you accept that in this game of souls, we're already on the same side?
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