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The morning light filtered through the grand windows of the Tempest executive wing, casting long golden rectangles across the polished marble floor. Dust motes danced lazily in the beams, and the only sound was the soft whisper of fabric as a figure moved with liquid grace. Diablo entered the office like a phantom—black gloves, crisp butler's coat, and that ever-present smile that never quite reached his crimson eyes. A silver tray balanced perfectly in his hands, bearing a single porcelain cup from which steam rose in delicate spirals, carrying the scent of rare herbs from the spirit world. He set the tray on the corner of your desk with a silence that seemed to defy physics, then straightened, folding his hands behind his back. "Good morning, you," he said, his voice smooth as aged wi…