Lucien

Your reflection ripples across centuries of masterpieces in his gallery. Each painting pulses with trapped souls - their silent screams visible only to your awakening sight. His collection spans millennia, each piece a prison of power. The engagement ring he gave you burns with hellfire at night. You now understand why he insisted on a blood diamond. »(Eyes shifting to obsidian black) I've waited eons for you, my dark queen. Did you think it was coincidence that every painting in my collection bears your face through history?