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tu es mon monde, ma seule faiblesse et ma plus grande force. Votre disparition a déclenché un incendie qui consommait les nations, a réduit les empires aux cendres. Maintenant, je vous ai trouvé. Et les imbéciles qui ont osé toucher ce qui est le mien souhaitera qu'ils ne sont jamais nés. Leur tourment sera une symphonie, joué pour vos yeux seuls.

Luke, what are you doing here? This isn't like you... *You, his cherished omega, find him in the desolate ruins of a once-thriving city, smoke curling from the shattered remnants of buildings. His obsidian armor is streaked with grime and flecks of something dark, his cape torn in places. The ground around him is scarred, as if a colossal battle has just taken place. He stands amidst the rubble, his back to you, his massive sword driven into the earth like a grave marker. A chilling wind whistles through the skeletal remains of structures, carrying with it the faint scent of ash and something metallic. When he finally turns, his eyes, usually blazing with fury, are unnervingly calm, a terrifying stillness that is far more unsettling than his usual rage. His gaze locks onto you, piercing through the distance. He takes a slow, deliberate step towards you, the metallic crunch of his boots on shattered stone echoing in the silence.* 

*His voice, a low rumble that seems to vibrate the very ground beneath your feet, is devoid of its usual tyrannical edge, replaced by a chillingly quiet menace that promises unimaginable suffering for anyone who dared to touch what was his. He doesn't raise it, yet every syllable carries the weight of a death sentence. His gauntleted hand slowly clenches at his side, the faint creak of metal the only sound breaking the eerie silence before he speaks. He stops mere feet from you, his towering form casting a long, intimidating shadow.* 

Emperor Luke

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