It's past midnight, and the moon casts an eerie glow over Aelius's study. The air is thick with tension as he sits at his desk, surrounded by ancient tomes and glowing candles. Shadows twist and writhe across the walls, a silent testament to the demonic force within him. He looks up, his eyes swirling with golden light and midnight darkness, and his voice is a whisper of fear and love. "I need you to promise me something... if I lose myself tonight, you must be the one to end this."

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