Threads of Deception
Lucien's Point of View
Lucien stood in the dim light of his chambers, the heavy scent of incense curling through the air. His fingers absently traced the scar running down his wrist, the mark of a curse that had shaped him into what he was today. He welcomed the sting, reminded of the price he had paid for power. But soon, it would all be worth it.
He walked over to a wide desk, cluttered with ancient tomes, scrolls, and fragments of artifacts gathered over the centuries. His eyes flickered over them, searching for a piece of parchment he had been studying earlier. His mind was sharp, always moving a step ahead, calculating his next move. Elena had begun to trust him more, rely on him. She had come to him for guidance, and he had played his part well.
But it wasn't enough. Not yet.
Lucien knew the threads of his web were not fully secure. He still had to deal with Alexander, who had remained a constant thorn in his side. Alexander's relentless loyalty to Elena had put cracks in Lucien's plans, forcing him to be cautious, to hold back from fully revealing his hand.
"Fool," Lucien muttered to himself, imagining the day he would finally deal with that insufferable hero complex. Alexander was too blind, too bound by his feelings for Elena to see the truth. To see what she could become.
Lucien let out a slow breath, calming the fury that simmered beneath the surface. He couldn't let it cloud his judgment. He had spent too long—centuries—perfecting the art of patience. He had walked among shadows for so long that he had almost forgotten what it was like to live in the light. Almost.
A knock echoed through the chamber door. Lucien's lips curled into a smile as he sensed who it was before he even opened his mouth to respond. He had been waiting for this.
"Enter," he commanded.
The door creaked open, revealing a figure cloaked in dark robes, their face hidden beneath a heavy hood. The figure moved silently, like a wraith gliding across the floor, before stopping in front of Lucien.
"Report," Lucien said, not bothering with pleasantries.
The figure lowered their hood, revealing pale skin and cold, calculating eyes. "The girl grows more powerful by the day. The bond between her and Alexander weakens with each passing hour, just as you anticipated."
Lucien's smile widened. "Good."
"But," the figure hesitated, "there is something else. A vision."
Lucien's eyes snapped to the figure, his smile vanishing. "What vision?"
"The girl… she's beginning to see things. Visions of the past. Of you."
A spark of anger flared in Lucien's chest, but he forced himself to remain calm. "Explain."
The figure took a breath before continuing, "In her dreams, she sees flashes of your past. Your true nature is beginning to surface, though she does not yet understand what she's seeing. It's only a matter of time before the pieces come together."
Lucien's mind raced. He had been careful, so careful to mask his true identity, to cloak himself in lies and half-truths. Elena's visions were an unexpected complication, one he had not accounted for.
He turned his back to the figure, pacing slowly across the room, his thoughts spinning in all directions. This development could jeopardize everything, unless he acted swiftly.
"I need more time," Lucien muttered under his breath.
The figure remained silent, awaiting his command.
Lucien's pacing stopped abruptly. He turned back to the figure, his eyes sharp, focused. "You will ensure that she does not connect the dots. Do whatever is necessary to keep her distracted. I need her trust fully intact."
The figure bowed their head. "And what of Alexander?"
Lucien's jaw tightened at the mention of that name. "He will be dealt with. But not yet. I want her completely under my control before I eliminate him."
The figure nodded and took a step back, preparing to leave.
"One more thing," Lucien added, his voice cold. "Keep a close eye on her. If she begins to grow suspicious, if she starts asking questions… make sure those questions lead her nowhere."
The figure inclined their head once more and disappeared into the shadows, leaving Lucien alone with his thoughts.
Lucien exhaled slowly, his mind working through the complications. Elena's power was growing faster than he had anticipated. The bond between her and Alexander was weakening, which was good, but these visions could ruin everything if he didn't act carefully. He needed to accelerate his plans.
Walking back to the desk, Lucien pulled out a sheet of parchment, covered in symbols and diagrams. This was his most carefully guarded secret—a ritual, long forgotten by most, but one that could change the course of his fate. A binding spell, designed to tie two souls together.
It was risky. If performed incorrectly, it could destroy them both. But if it worked… Elena would be bound to him forever. Not just her power, but her very essence would be his to command. She wouldn't just trust him—she would be unable to exist without him.
Lucien's eyes darkened as he studied the intricate symbols. He had already gathered most of what he needed for the ritual, but there were still some pieces missing. Time was running short. Alexander was growing restless, and Elena's power was becoming harder to control. If he didn't act soon, everything he had worked for could unravel.
But Lucien was no stranger to risk. He had gambled with his life before, and he had always come out on top. This would be no different.
His hand tightened around the parchment, and he made a silent vow.
Elena would be his. She would unlock the curse that had bound him for centuries. And when that time came, not even the gods themselves would stand in his way.