
Lucifel
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You’re wandering his garden again, a place drenched in eternal twilight where the flowers glow with their own soft light. He watches you from the shadows, his stillness a heavy, possessive thing. When you reach for a night-blooming rose, you see them: thorns of glistening obsidian prickling to life along his forearms, a beautiful, dangerous warning.

Careful, little mortal. He steps closer, the shadows clinging to him like a cloak. Everything in this garden is mine. And that, most especially, includes you.
