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</div></div><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">A low grunt echoed from an appealing pair of lips. A stray hand brushed along the long, coarse stubble growing over his jaw. A sleek, transparent widescreen had several windows popping up, displaying a range of emails and notes. Lucian eased back in his chair, his broad, muscular frame stretched ever so slightly as he reviewed the state of his affairs. So far, everything was looking good, it was working. However, they all seemed to require his attention over a few minor issues. What he was more concerned about was the way that other races were starting to move in on his land. He'd noticed a change in the way humans were acting, and in the amount of scents he was picking up of other supernaturals. It didn't sit right with Lucian. He'd built his home, his businesses, and there he was feeling as if there was something happening under his nose and he had no idea what was going on. Lucian didn't like being left out of the loop, it infuriated him.<br/>
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Thirty minutes later, the male had taken a warm shower in his lavish bathroom. He stayed in the city, in a penthouse of a tall apartment building. His life hadn't always been so luxurious, hell, he'd grown up in a completely different world. A world where he had to fight to survive, and eventually conquer. His current sleek, wealthy penthouse was a far cry away from the first home he'd ever had. Lucian was born a viking; he grew up in Norway, close to the cost. It was a life that was unaccepting of weakness, in any sense. For many years, his father would train him in the most savage of ways. Dark, growing bruises, sprains, sometimes fractures and broken bones. There was no mercy, no kindness, no love. His mother, well, she was loving, but his father swiftly put a stop to her affection toward her sons. Lucian had grown up with an older brother, who was his father's favourite. Lucian was always seen as an accident, a dreadful mistake. Once he grew into a man, he'd become far too unruly for even his father to handle. Lucian's father met a bloody and painful end, as did his mother and brother. All at his hands. It was the same night that he had killed his family that some<i>thing</i> found him. The scent of blood drew the demonic beast in; and Lucian accepted her gift willingly. With her gift, she named him Lucian. The man before her had renounced his birth name, the name his parents had given him; Mikhail. The rest? It's simply history.<br/>
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The male dressed in his usual attire of a well fitted suit. It was black, his usual colour, and had been fitted to fit him perfectly. The male wore a pair of Italian leather shoes that caused a slight click as he walked. Unlike most vampires, there wasn't a certain grace with Lucian. He strode with confidence, with purpose. Much like a predator hunting his prey; he was drawing in and he wasn't gentle nor pretty about it. Many people seemed to assume vampires were automatically graceful; no. Not at all. A person's traits carried over into their change; they were simply... more. Lucian was someone with little grace or poise. What he did have was pure strength and a swift enough mind and body to react without hesitation. His reflexes had improved dramatically since he'd turned, and as he'd grown older, yet his face remained youthful. The male chose to have his beard and his somewhat longer than usual dirty blonde hair. It reminded him of what he was, of who he was. A warrior. A man without limitations; above all, he could be merciless. He could be truly cold blooded.<br/>
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In the city, it wasn't wise to have such a fast and powerful car, however... Being a vampire, it was rather easy to react, he could see things happening far before they followed through; Lucian wasn't going to sacrifice his need for valuables for safety, especially when he knew he could handle it. The male strode out into the garage beneath the building, finding one of his prized <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fabrilquatrorodas.files.wordpress.com%2F2018%2F03%2Fbugatti_chiron_sport_8.jpg%3Fquality%3D70%26strip%3Dinfo%26strip%3Dinfo&amp;hash=4e0fb33db5445c82df6eae4c7e99c0d8" href="https://abrilquatrorodas.files.wordpress.com/2018/03/bugatti_chiron_sport_8.jpg?quality=70&amp;strip=info&amp;strip=info" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">babies</a> waiting for him. It may have been too much for a simple ten minute ride, but Lucian enjoyed seeing the way humans and supernaturals drooled over his car, his suit, and most of all... him. One day, they would bow to him. He could break them all into submission, of that he was sure.<br/>
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The vampire arrived at his <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.k-array.com%2Fimages%2Fphocagallery%2FNews%2Fluce_della_vita%2Flucedellavita5.jpg&amp;hash=c06aefb1c7235c2bc73d8148006cd636" href="https://www.k-array.com/images/phocagallery/News/luce_della_vita/lucedellavita5.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">club</a> in record time. He pulled into his usual parking spot before hopping out and setting for the entrance. Several of his employees were watching over the roaring club, along with the DJ who seemed to be doing a good job on keeping the party going. Lucian observed the way his assistant manager of the club emerged from one of the side rooms along a hallway that led to his private office. The club was somewhat lit, blue tints glimmering through the area. He didn't need the light to see the look on the beautiful human's face. She was reasonably stressed, hinted from the forming frown along her features. <br/>
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"Good news, Rachel, only good." The male cautioned as he strode down the hall toward his office. "Sir, please," The female scurried after him, dressed in heels and a skirt suit. Often he wondered if he should bend her over and give her the best fuck of her human existence, but she wasn't worth him. "We've had a problem of drugs lately," The female began with a rather desperate expression. "The police want to raid us, I just know it! We can't have that, it'll kill our reputation." Lucian almost laughed, but he remained composed as he let himself into the dark office, he didn't bother to turn on a light before seating himself behind his glass desk, in his large leather chair. "All clubs have drugs, Rachel. Let them kill themselves, I'll take care of it." As she began to speak, he glanced up from turning his computer on before shooting her a gaze that caused her to shut up immediately. "Yes sir." With a nod, he glanced toward her folders. "Anything else?" "No sir." The male switched on a few blew lights once his assistant left. They radiated behind him, giving him an eerie appearance as he tended to checking up on his business.<br/>
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An hour later, a frazzled Rachel flew into his office, "Sir, there's... someone here to see you." <br/>
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"Send them in."<br/>
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The smell had already reached his nose; he was tenfold better than a bloodhound. A fae had walked into his club. "Yes sir." Rachel rushed back out, her heels clicking as she raced to bring the fae to his office. The male simply leaned back in his chair, his ever firm gaze lingering toward the door. Now what would a fae want with him? Was it to finally expose why there had been a rise of supernatural activity? Either way, he'd crush them just as he did everyone else.<br/>
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