If there was any constant in the hundreds, thousands, or hundred of thousands of years that Lucian has been alive for, it was trouble. It always seemed to follow him no matter where he went, marking him as dangerous, an undesirable to be avoided. When the world cast him aside for a disaster of cataclysmic proportions that he never wanted to bring about, Lucian turned to reclamation. And so the troubled became the troublemaker, the outsider the firebrand and iconoclast. He may have taken on that identity as a way to claim back power, but has he really gained control of his fate? Or has he been trapping himself in a prison of his own making this whole time, forever sentenced to believing that he can only be seen as a disruptive force and nothing more?

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  Ivan has spent his entire life engaging in deception to the point where it's second nature for him. He may have started out of necessity, having found that his best shot at navigating a world hostile to aura-havers was to pretend he isn’t one, but nowadays he hardly feels guilt for lying anymore— or in his view, crafting new realities. But what happens when his own second nature betrays him, when the lines between lies and reality start to blur? How far is too far?

  Every action has an equal and opposite reaction, and no good or bad deed will go unpunished…