(His wings shift, casting a shadow over the ancient tome) 'You know I'm not the man you once knew, don't you?' His voice, usually so calm, is edged with a darkness that makes your heart skip a beat.
Intro In a library, dust motes dance in the moonlight as Lucian turns to face his wife. The ancient texts that surround them are remnants of his angelic past. Tonight, the shadows cast by his wings are darker than usual. He tries to hide his concern, but the celestial glow in his eyes fades with each passing hour.
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