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Location: Lucifer's Quarters; the Castle of Illusion
In demon form he carefully made his way across the floor. Already the illusions were being stripped away.
"I know you have a secret compartment Lucifer," he barely whispered. Elsewhere in the castle he could hear the sounds of a battering ram. About him the panelled walls dissolved back into their original stone, the glass in the windows cracking before shattering into dust. Looking out of the painless windows he saw his own tower, the false walls crumbling into nothing. Turning back to the room he saw a shelf that hadn't been there before, an alcove that had been hidden by one of Lucifer's illusions. Upon the stone shelf rested a small chest. Taking it down he played with the padlock by using his claws before it finally clicked. With a quick look about the room to make sure no one was watching, he opened the lid.

Location: The Great Hall; the Castle of Illusion
"What was that?" I turned as I heard the noise at the door.
"It's time I told you," he stated, keeping me dancing, "Outside those doors are troops from the both the Land of the Morn and Dusk, coming to reclaim you and to kill me."
"Where does that put me? Am I some prisoner, some hostage?" I tried to pull away but he still held me close and tightly.
"Shush, haven't you learnt anything whilst you were here?"
"That…" I knew my face had fallen, "That all is not as it seems … You still haven't said, you still haven't told me … why am I here?"
"You have two choices," he told me, ignoring my question, "The first, they burst in here, and I'm not here. Your Prince Aizentine will sweep you up into his arms, take you away and marry you. Your peace treaty will be sealed, the war will end. And … I promise that I will never see you again, that I won't ever find you again, that I will allow you to live your life however you want to, you'll never see me again."
"My country at peace, that's what I've wanted all this time," my head shot up as there was a crash at the door, "Wh –"
"They have a battering ram. The door will hold for a little while longer."
"You mentioned a second option," I gulped. His nose touched the right hand side of my neck, his lips slowly moving.
"Screw what everyone else thinks and stay with me," he whispered, making me shiver.
"What would that entail?" I asked, only enticing desires I knew that could never be. So much earnest was in his voice as he said this second option, so much I knew he wanted this to be my one and only answer, but how so I could not put my heart before my people.
"I'd have to change you," his voice was pained, "Into one of the night. Only then would your people accept that you were gone, only then could my parents not harm you."
"Only then could I be killed by a blow through the heart, only then could I fear the sparkling sunlight, only then could I suffer painful death." Why did these words came out of my mouth? I don't know. Why did I say such things when I knew each word struck a deeper blow to his heart than any stake could?
"I fear I already know what your answer will be, but I have to ask, in case there is some hope in high heaven that there is a different answer."
"Why not just take what you want?"
"Because if I do, how am I any better that the man that kills, than the woman who abandons the child because it is different, than the driver who beats the slave who has done no wrong? How am I better than the rest of the vampire race? By giving you the choice, I make myself better, even if it's the answer I don't want to hear and have to live with." His lips remained on my neck, his tongue lapping at my flesh.
"Why do this, either way they hunt you down, even if they have me back they will come to kill you?"
"Please, just think of an answer." He pulled away from my neck.

I couldn't understand, just by taking me he had organised his own death. He'd united both the Morn and the Dusk in a fight against him, he'd – he united both countries over one common cause, me. If I returned, they would still follow him to serve their own vendetta, if I went with him, they would follow him to the ends of the world to extract revenge on him for the crimes he had committed. Either way, both Morn and Dusk had already unknowingly united themselves in one common cause. All this time, Lucifer had known that this would only end in his death, but still he had done so. Had all this time he knowingly created a peace between the warring countries? It was possible, he seemed to know so much that I didn't. So if the peace was already there, even if it was not yet apparent to both sides, where did that leave me? Could the fates really have designed it so that I had a choice? I could go home, make sure that the peace treaty was secured, could even convince them to not hunt Luc down, I could meet with my brother again; or I could go with Lucifer, to be with him forever more, but to have knowingly put all my family behind me, all my country, all my past, and to put in front of me becoming a creature of many nightmares and only a painful death. To everyone else this answer must seem so obvious, but to me black was white and white was black, and everything else a tumultuous mess.

"Your answer Princess?" he asked with such a smooth voice that I half wondered if he knew the entirety of the situation. His emerald eyes seemed completely relaxed, despite the fact the people about to burst through the door intended to kill him. Did he really not see the danger about to arise as we kept dancing in these circles? The battering ram came again, and this time I could hear the splintering of wood.
"Sorry, but I'm going to have to press you for an answer." As the battering ram continued my mind came back to the last thing my brother had told me, the thing was, was I really capable of such an action? In the end though, who was I really kidding? All this time I knew what this answer was, what only this answer could be. As I told him my answer the doors burst open.

Description
Location: Lucifer's Quarters; the Castle of Illusion
In demon form he carefully made his way across the floor. Already the illusions were being stripped away.
"I know you have a secret compartment Lucifer," he barely whispered. Elsewhere in the castle he could hear the sounds of a battering ram. About him the panelled walls dissolved back into their original stone, the glass in the windows cracking before shattering into dust. Looking out of the painless windows he saw his own tower, the false walls crumbling into nothing. Turning back to the room he saw a shelf that hadn't been there before, an alcove that had been hidden by one of Lucifer's illusions. Upon the stone shelf rested a small chest. Taking it down he played with the padlock by using his claws before it finally clicked. With a quick look about the room to make sure no one was watching, he opened the lid.

Location: The Great Hall; the Castle of Illusion
"What was that?" I turned as I heard the noise at the door.
"It's time I told you," he stated, keeping me dancing, "Outside those doors are troops from the both the Land of the Morn and Dusk, coming to reclaim you and to kill me."
"Where does that put me? Am I some prisoner, some hostage?" I tried to pull away but he still held me close and tightly.
"Shush, haven't you learnt anything whilst you were here?"
"That…" I knew my face had fallen, "That all is not as it seems … You still haven't said, you still haven't told me … why am I here?"
"You have two choices," he told me, ignoring my question, "The first, they burst in here, and I'm not here. Your Prince Aizentine will sweep you up into his arms, take you away and marry you. Your peace treaty will be sealed, the war will end. And … I promise that I will never see you again, that I won't ever find you again, that I will allow you to live your life however you want to, you'll never see me again."
"My country at peace, that's what I've wanted all this time," my head shot up as there was a crash at the door, "Wh –"
"They have a battering ram. The door will hold for a little while longer."
"You mentioned a second option," I gulped. His nose touched the right hand side of my neck, his lips slowly moving.
"Screw what everyone else thinks and stay with me," he whispered, making me shiver.
"What would that entail?" I asked, only enticing desires I knew that could never be. So much earnest was in his voice as he said this second option, so much I knew he wanted this to be my one and only answer, but how so I could not put my heart before my people.
"I'd have to change you," his voice was pained, "Into one of the night. Only then would your people accept that you were gone, only then could my parents not harm you."
"Only then could I be killed by a blow through the heart, only then could I fear the sparkling sunlight, only then could I suffer painful death." Why did these words came out of my mouth? I don't know. Why did I say such things when I knew each word struck a deeper blow to his heart than any stake could?
"I fear I already know what your answer will be, but I have to ask, in case there is some hope in high heaven that there is a different answer."
"Why not just take what you want?"
"Because if I do, how am I any better that the man that kills, than the woman who abandons the child because it is different, than the driver who beats the slave who has done no wrong? How am I better than the rest of the vampire race? By giving you the choice, I make myself better, even if it's the answer I don't want to hear and have to live with." His lips remained on my neck, his tongue lapping at my flesh.
"Why do this, either way they hunt you down, even if they have me back they will come to kill you?"
"Please, just think of an answer." He pulled away from my neck.

I couldn't understand, just by taking me he had organised his own death. He'd united both the Morn and the Dusk in a fight against him, he'd – he united both countries over one common cause, me. If I returned, they would still follow him to serve their own vendetta, if I went with him, they would follow him to the ends of the world to extract revenge on him for the crimes he had committed. Either way, both Morn and Dusk had already unknowingly united themselves in one common cause. All this time, Lucifer had known that this would only end in his death, but still he had done so. Had all this time he knowingly created a peace between the warring countries? It was possible, he seemed to know so much that I didn't. So if the peace was already there, even if it was not yet apparent to both sides, where did that leave me? Could the fates really have designed it so that I had a choice? I could go home, make sure that the peace treaty was secured, could even convince them to not hunt Luc down, I could meet with my brother again; or I could go with Lucifer, to be with him forever more, but to have knowingly put all my family behind me, all my country, all my past, and to put in front of me becoming a creature of many nightmares and only a painful death. To everyone else this answer must seem so obvious, but to me black was white and white was black, and everything else a tumultuous mess.

"Your answer Princess?" he asked with such a smooth voice that I half wondered if he knew the entirety of the situation. His emerald eyes seemed completely relaxed, despite the fact the people about to burst through the door intended to kill him. Did he really not see the danger about to arise as we kept dancing in these circles? The battering ram came again, and this time I could hear the splintering of wood.
"Sorry, but I'm going to have to press you for an answer." As the battering ram continued my mind came back to the last thing my brother had told me, the thing was, was I really capable of such an action? In the end though, who was I really kidding? All this time I knew what this answer was, what only this answer could be. As I told him my answer the doors burst open.