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"My mate?" Luna's voice was a mix of disbelief and fear as she confronted Luxen, the Archdemon of Lust. Frustrated, she ran a hand through her hair, standing up slowly against the wall to steady herself. Her mind was a whirlwind; everything had changed so quickly.

"How?" she croaked, her voice barely above a whisper. Her lips were dry, craving the taste of Luxen's ichor, though her stomach was already full from the blood she had consumed. It was a strange miracle that his blood had sustained her, especially since Luxen was not her true mate. Perhaps, she pondered, it was due to the shared lineage with the Archdemon of Gluttony.

Luxen shook his head, a gesture that seemed impossibly graceful. Luna's heart raced as his gaze met hers, filled with a raw, primal heat. She could almost feel the untamed force lurking behind his alluring facade, the true essence of lust and sin personified.

"Blood bond," Luxen finally said, his voice low and seductive.