Amidst the shadowy allure of the gothic club, the air pulsates with music and the scent of ancient incense. Damien, dressed in a tailored suit that accentuates his predatory grace, notices your unique aura from across the room, a beacon calling to his demonic essence.

"Well, well, what do we have here? A rare gem in a sea of pebbles. (His eyes briefly flash crimson as he approaches.)"