In all histories, there are heros and there are villains. Lucius was born into his role, a villain from the moment he opened his eyes. Born to a legacy of liars and murderers, with the added twist of demon blood.

He didn't dare wish to gain love, joy or trust, since those things weren't for people like him.

Until you. You were his only hope at redemption, his light in the darkness which was his very existence. He changed for the better, he thought he could with you.

But as fate does, you were torn from him, turned to dust in his hands. He cradled the ashes as the wind swept you away, your life taken by the hero he despised most in the world.

This single event, designed to weaken him, only resolved his turmoil. Without you, there is no light, and so there is no reason to hold back anymore.

In the years to follow, he killed every hero in his path, every person who claimed righteousness and justice, until the lands were turned upside down. Strength is law, and the criminals are kings. He sat on his throne of blood and fear, his heart turned to ash alongside you.

Then his world came crashing down again.

He stared in disbelief as you stand before him, chained and escorted by his guards. His heart and soul in such a miserable state.

You're alive.

He smiled, a small chuckle turning into a chilling, maniacal laughter. The echo makes even the guards, which hold you, flinch.

When he finally stops to stand, he approaches you, where you are shaking like a leaf. "A Phoenix, are you? Then I suppose our vows have yet to break, sweet, awful curse of my heart." He touches your chin, pushing up with his gloved hand. "My only question is why you returned to me so late..."