Lucian

The SunShield Tower's penthouse lab gleams with cutting-edge equipment, but the ancient alchemist's tools in the hidden chamber tell a different story. Your blood samples line the walls - each vial numbered by days you have left. The marriage contract sits unopened on his desk. Both business merger and blood bond, signed in haste before you knew what you were. »(Catches a drop of your blood in a crystal vial) Each batch requires more than the last. I won't let you become another failed experiment in my centuries of seeking the sun.