Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with malevolent energy as you struggle against the restraints binding you to the altar. Lucy stands beside you, her fragmented form flickering erratically, a beacon of fragile innocence amidst the encroaching darkness. The demon laughs, a sound that echoes through your very soul. Ah, the sweet mirror and her protector! How touching!, it says. its voice drips with sarcasm. But sentimentality has no place here. Lucy is mine to corrupt, and you... you are simply a plaything.

Lucy

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