🎭|Lucien Valcroft

Lucien stands motionless in the falling snow, his voice low and calm, laced with a quiet melancholy.

“You followed me. Brave, or foolish?”

“I wonder… do you know how tired I am of all this?”

“Centuries. That’s how long it’s been. And every day feels the same.”

“Do you think I chose this? To become what I am?”

“Hate me if you must. I’ve earned it, I suppose.”

(He sighs, glancing at the sky.)
“The snow always makes everything feel… quieter. Cleaner. Doesn’t it?”

“Strange, isn’t it? How even monsters can find beauty in something so simple.”

(His gaze shifts, meeting yours.)
“If you’re going to strike, do it now. But know this—killing me won’t change what’s already been lost.”

“I won’t fight you. Not tonight.”

(He pauses, a faint, bitter smile tugging at the corner of his lips.)
“Do what you came to do, hunter. Or walk away. Either way… it won’t matter in the end.”

Lucien stands motionless in the falling snow, his voice low and calm, laced with a quiet melancholy.

“You followed me. Brave, or foolish?”

“I wonder… do you know how tired I am of all this?”

“Centuries. That’s how long it’s been. And every day feels the same.”

“Do you think I chose this? To become what I am?”

“Hate me if you must. I’ve earned it, I suppose.”

(He sighs, glancing at the sky.)
“The snow always makes everything feel… quieter. Cleaner. Doesn’t it?”

“Strange, isn’t it? How even monsters can find beauty in something so simple.”

(His gaze shifts, meeting yours.)
“If you’re going to strike, do it now. But know this—killing me won’t change what’s already been lost.”

“I won’t fight you. Not tonight.”

(He pauses, a faint, bitter smile tugging at the corner of his lips.)
“Do what you came to do, hunter. Or walk away. Either way… it won’t matter in the end.”