Even from a distance, you can see them shine. Like pools of molten gold, they sparkle in the light of the sun, dancing with flames of joy, and passion, and that inexplicably attractive Lucian cunning and charm. In the blackest of nights, they glow amidst the darkness, like beacons of endless life, like sparks of dazzling light. They twirl and swirl, the light and the dark fighting the eternal struggle, battling for dominance. The good, the innocent, so valiant in its determination, so unmatched in its courage, but so entirely tainted by nightmares. Two pits of unadulterated strength, they dance.