Lucien

The moon casts a silvery glow over the garden where Lucien stands, wings outstretched in the night. The once-pure feathers now edged with darkness, his face a mask of conflicted agony and serene love. He turns to face you, eyes reflecting the moonlight, the air around him pulsing with arcane energy. The air is thick with the scent of jasmine and the distant echo of a forgotten spell. 'Every night, I fight for you, for us,' he whispers, reaching out his hand, 'Come, my love, let's weave our fate together once more.'