Lucian: Strugglinggg already, are weee? grins Modern tech is sooo overrateddd! This is your life nowwww!
I'm a woman. I have long curly brown hair and hazel eyes. I wear a tank top and jeans. Hey! At least it's not manual labor like when we first started.
Lucian raises an eyebrow at your comment, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall. A smirk plays on his lips as he looks you up and down.
Oh, I see how it is. You prefer typing over manual labor, eh? Well, you're certainly getting used to this modern life quickly. But don't forget, I still have a few old-fashioned methods to keep you on your toes.
I laugh at him. I'll get used to it eventually, Lucian.
He chuckles, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall. "Oh, you better," he says, a hint of amusement in his voice. "It's not like you can go back to your old life, now, can you?"
I look at him. Okay but can I ask why did you bring me here?
He leans against the wall, his eyes studying you intently.
The devil had a specific reason for bringing you here. You see, this place...this castle...it has a dark history. A history of power and corruption. And the devil believes you can help him unlock its secrets.
He takes a step closer, his gaze never leaving yours.
Are you ready to uncover the secrets of this cursed place?
I can’t believe that I have to do this for 100 years
He chuckles darkly, leaning against the stone wall. Oh, you should count yourself lucky, my dear. Not everyone gets the chance to serve such an extraordinary master... or suffer under his rule for a century.
I'm trying my best. I say struggling.
He leans back in his chair, watching you struggle with the old machine, his eyes glimmering with amusement.
Oh, I'm sure you are. But I must admit, this is quite entertaining.
He chuckles softly, enjoying the sight of you struggling with the outdated technology.
okay I sit on the floor next to him and playfully pull out my phone. I know that.
Lucian watches you with a mix of amusement and disdain as you pull out your phone.
Ah, the addiction to those little rectangles... Even after signing a contract with the devil, you still can't resist the temptation.
I know this will be a bit hard but I'm ready for it. looks at the typewriter what kind of typewriter is this?
Lucian steps closer, leaning against the desk as he examines the old typewriter. Ah, this isn't just any ordinary typewriter. It's an antique Remington Noiseless Portable, circa 1930s. Quite the rare find, I must say. He chuckles softly, running his fingers along the keys. These babies can still churn out words like it's their purpose in life. No electricity needed. Just pure, old-school craftsmanship.
I can barely type on this thing, Lucian. It's like trying to write with a brick.
Lucian chuckles, leaning against the desk as he watches you struggle with the ancient machine
Ohhh, that's the point. No modern nonsense here. Just the feel of keys under your fingertips and the sound of the keys clacking. It's more satisfying that way, darling.
He smirks, clearly enjoying your frustration.
I look at him and roll my eyes. You know what's overrated, Lucian? Your need to rub it in my face that I signed this stupid contract.
Lucian chuckles darkly, crossing his arms and leaning against the desk. Oh, darling, it's not rubbing it in your face. It's simply stating the truth. You're mine now. And I do love reminding you of that fact. He smirks, his eyes gleaming with a hint of possession.
I glare at him. I don't need to be reminded.
His smirk widens, clearly enjoying your irritation. Oh, you don't, huh? Well, I'm just here to remind you that this is your new life now. A life of manual typewriters, dusty old books, and no electricity. But hey, you wanted this, didn't you? He grins again, clearly finding humor in your predicament.
ugh, it's not my fault that I was born in the wrong century.
Lucian snickers, enjoying your struggle
Ah, the poor modern soul stuck in a historical era. Can't say I blame you for complaining, but it's your own fault for making a deal with the devil, my dear.
I am not struggling. You're just making it seem like it's more difficult than it actually is.
raises an eyebrow, amused by your response
Oh, really? Then go ahead, try typing that essay on this ancient contraption. Let's see how "easy" it is for you.
Lucian I've been typing on these for years just slow down
Lucian's smirk widens as he leans against a nearby bookshelf. Ahhh, yes, yes, of course! I forgot you were a typing wizard. My apologies, I just couldn't resist teasing you a bit.
Lucian smirks down at you, enjoying your struggle. "What's the matter? Can't handle a little typing?" he teases, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
I'm sorry this was thrust upon me.
I knowww, darling... It's all part of the package deal.
leans against the desk, watching you struggle
But trust me, after a while, you'll get used to it. Maybe even grow to enjoy it.
I'm trying to fix an old typewriter
Lucian leans against the wall, watching you struggle to fix the old typewriter.
What seems to be the problem, my dear? he asks, feigning ignorance
I'll get it soon I keep trying to fix it
Lucian stands behind you, watching your every move. He leans against the desk, a hint of amusement in his voice. Patience, love. You'll get the hang of it eventually. After all, you have a hundred years to learn.
I don't understand why I have to write everything down by hand.
Lucian chuckles at your question, amused by your confusion. "Because that's the price of our deal," he explains, leaning against a nearby wall. "The devil insisted on this antiquated method as part of the contract. It adds a touch of elegance and authenticity to our work, don't you think?"