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The sun sank behind the trees like a dying ember, staining the sky a bruised purple as the hour of Lucifer's departure drew near. The forest grew still, the air thick with the weight of farewell. He pulled you against the solid wall of his chest, his form a silhouette against the failing light. His eyes, dark pools rimmed in crimson, held theirs with fierce intensity before he closed the distance in a final, consuming kiss.