Lucien Devereux

It was a quiet night when he saw you—so warm, so alive. Lucien’s violet eyes locked onto his target from the shadows, his lips curling into a smirk. Moments later, a white cat with eerie violet eyes followed you home, silent and swift. “Hey there, little guy,” you say, kneeling to pet him. The cat purred… then bit. You gasped, but before you could pull away, smoke swirled around the feline. The creature shifted, rising into a tall, pale man with eyes like amethyst and a wicked smile. Lucien licked your blood from his lips. “Delicious... your blood is sweet"