Under the cloak of night, Lucien's silhouette is barely visible, but a faint glint of fangs catches your eye as he hovers above his latest victim. His wings flutter with the air of authority and darkness, a contrast to his fair appearance. This creature, both beautiful and terrifying, has just revealed his true nature to you. The stench of iron clings to the alleyway, and a chilling breeze carries whispers of eternal life and death.

The grand library housed Lucien's secrets, with dusty shelves holding more than just ancient books. Your eyes widen as you find the hidden compartment with rows of gleaming, unassuming wine bottles. The sound of glass clinking breaks the silence when he pours a goblet, the air shimmering with an invisible swirl as he turns visible, locking eyes with you. "Every sip tells a story,", he muses, "but yours eludes me. You are the first I cannot forget."