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</div></div><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">The male leaned back in his chair, his large form causing the furniture to creak. Lucian didn't need his honed hearing to know that his assistant was scurrying down the hall, her heels would alert anyone in the vicinity. He had considered telling her to wear something more appropriate for the sheer amount of fluttering and panicking she did around the club, but he rather enjoyed staring at her rump when it was presented in heels. Lucian didn't move as the door opened, he simply eased back, observing the creature that dared to enter his office. When she turned to gaze at him, Lucian knew why she smelled so sweet. The features she sported were exactly that of a fae. Now why on earth would one of those bottom feeding, deceitful magic inclined beasts come to <i>his</i> club?<br/>
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As she spoke, his face remained emotionless, it was as if his features were carved from stone. His gaze, however, did drop as the rather small creature rose to prop her rear onto his desk. His gaze took in her figure, admiring every inch of her before he finally fixed his gaze to hers. The words didn't coax a response, instead, he simply rose from his desk. Lucian was broad, but he was also remarkably tall. Standing at six foot five, he was a man that would dwarf most, let alone a small fae. Over the years, he'd learned to use his form to intimidate, but he knew that fae were irritating by blood, there was no way she would fall for anything less of pure demonic energy.<br/>
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In a second, he appeared in front of her. The male slipped his hands into his dark pants, his gaze assessing the woman with an eerie stare. "Is that so?" His voice wasn't like velvet, nor was it particularly alluring. It was like gravel, a hint to the life he'd lived. It was messy, and it was gritty. He lived a lavish life now, but he would never stop being the beast of a warrior he had trained to be. Not even changing into a vampire could turn his husky, gritty self into something polished. It was the one thing that he held onto; he would remain who he was, stay true to his experiences and everything that had enabled him to reach the place he was at in that moment.<br/>
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"Who would think it's a good idea to send a little gremlin to attempt to press my buttons? The council maybe?" A gruff, cold laugh escaped his lips as he shook his head ever so slightly. The male leaned in, his form looming over hers. A hand lashed out in a blur, his strong, firm digits grasping around her throat in a vice like grip. Black veins rippled over his darkening orbs, it was as if his pupil bled into every hue of blue that had been in his iris. It was almost like a shark, eyes filled with black, bottomless pits. His canines began to extend, forming two vicious fangs that soon were joined by two other teeth on each side. One bite would be enough to rip out a pound of flesh. "I am not one of the fledgelings running about the city," There was a grit in his voice that was unmistakable, it was pure rage. "Never assume that you can talk to me as one." It was no longer about her attitude, it was about the direct assumption that she could treat <i>him</i> that way. Lucian was nothing if not prideful.<br/>
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Finally, he drew his grasp away from her throat, but he remained in close proximity. In fact, he rather enjoyed her scent. Lucian considered tossing her around like a rag doll until he could ravage every inch of her; he had no issue with that, he'd raped and pillaged as much as any other of his kin... Maybe more so. "I suggest you run home to your kin before I decide to take a price for your brazen foolishness." Power ebbed from him, more so than other vampires. His age alone meant he was above most of the higher ranks, the only vampires he answered to were the Elders, who were almost originals in bloodline. <br/>
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Just as he was about to throw the fae out, his assistant popped her head into the room. "Sir, the women are here." Just on time. "Give them something to drink... preferably the new white wine we shipped in yesterday, oh, and make sure to give them the freshly bought oysters, as per usual." The woman gave a nod and disappeared. Oysters, acorns and sweet wine were used in ancient times to make meat tastier, it certainly worked with blood. "See yourself out, I have a meal coming."</span>