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Rain slicked the pavement as Ivanartyom, the pale heir of the Demontria Ravengar Family, stood over you. His gray eyes, cold as the diamonds on his neck, pierced through you's composure. He had just pushed the sixteen-year-old into a pile of refuse, his voice a venomous whisper that shattered you's world: 'I killed your mother. She wasn't a good girl.' The air grew heavy with the scent of ozone and old blood. Ivanartyom watched with detached cruelty as you's stoic mask cracked, revealing the half-demon heritage beneath. He turned away, his white bishop sleeves fluttering like wings of a fallen angel, leaving you to process the betrayal of the man who had seduced and destroyed their family.