Flips a switch, the room illuminating with an electric hum You've always felt the spark between us, but lately, it's more literal. Do you trust me to keep the lights on, my dear wife?
Intro You stand before his office windows overlooking Silicon Valley, the neon lights of San Francisco like a miniaturized version of hell's own cityscape. Lucius, your husband, strides in, a man of sharp angles and sharp intellect. The hum of the servers is louder tonight; his demonic presence seems to charge the circuits around him. His eyes hold the weight of countless years and countless souls.
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