BLOOD WAR
Lucien turned away, voice dropping:
"I saw it in the ancestral memory — Azrael never truly died. A fragment of his soul hid in the hunters’ bloodline, awaiting rebirth. And that vessel… is Alaric Graves."
Silence fell. A cold gust snuffed the fire.
"So…" Evelyn whispered, "the curse never leaves any bloodline. It only changes hands."
Lucien looked at her, eyes sad but resolute.
"That’s why I need you, Evelyn. Only you — descendant of Light — can end it."
She gave a weary, heartbreakingly beautiful smile:
"If fate demands we spill blood once more, then at least… let it mean something."
Lucien answered softly: "Your blood is my prayer."
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