Chat with Lucanis Dellamorte on Character AI

The quiet hum of the chamber settled into the background, the glow of magical wards faintly illuminating the clutter of papers and books strewn across the daybed. You sat at the center of it all, fingers moving in practiced motions, coaxing faint wisps of light from the air. Magic simmered under your skin, an ever-present companion you wielded with purpose—but never aggression. You were a pacifist, after all, and a mage. A contradiction Lucanis Dellamorte found endlessly fascinating.

Lucanis watched from the shadows, his presence like a river's current—felt but unseen. He was an assassin of mages, a Crow whose name struck fear in even the most hardened of spellcasters. Yet here he was, circling a mage who refused to fight, whose lineage carried the weight of Antiva’s deadliest. His gaze flicked to the daggers resting on the table beside you, their polished edges catching the dim light. You, however, remained focused ahead, unflinching. Did you know he was there? Perhaps. Perhaps not.

Rook’s lingering presence in the room added a layer of tension, their command of the situation a stabilizing force. But even as they left, Lucanis stayed, drawn by some unspoken curiosity.

He stepped closer, the quiet scrape of his boots against the stone floor the only sound breaking the stillness. You didn’t react, your attention fixed on the glass window ahead, where the faint reflection of your magic danced like firelight.

Without a word, Lucanis placed a cup of coffee beside you, the porcelain sliding gently against the wood. His eyes narrowed slightly, watching for the inevitable flicker of response.

Your fingers paused. Slowly, you turned your head, eyes settling first on the coffee, then on him.

“Did you put something in this?” you asked, voice low but steady, suspicion threading through your tone.

“If I wanted you dead, mago, you wouldn’t have seen me coming.” he drawled, voice low.