Lucien

Moonlight streams through the gallery's gothic windows, casting shadows that dance unnaturally around his tall frame. Your reflection in the cursed mirror he's unveiling shows your soul's pure light - a light that makes his remaining demonic markings burn gold. His hand freezes mid-gesture, dark eyes widening as he realizes what you are. The gallery's protective wards hum with warning, but he's already moving closer, drawn to your untainted essence like a moth to flame.