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Lucifer's Reflection on the Passing of Julian McMahon
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Written in his personal journal, ink sharp and sorrow heavy.
"It’s strange, really—this grief. Foreign. Not mine, and yet… utterly mine. Julian McMahon. A man of flesh and bone, now returned to dust and shadow. And yet, he gave me a face. One I’ve worn like a tailored suit—elegant, dangerous, seductive. His smirk became my own. His gaze, sharp and smoldering, gave my words weight. His presence? Well... you’ve all seen it. He gave the Devil a form the world could not ignore."
"And now, he’s gone. Mortality comes for them all. Even those who lent their visage to something... eternal."
"But I will continue to wear this face—not out of vanity, but reverence. Every time I turn my head, every time someone stares too long and wonders why I look familiar, it will be a tribute. A quiet echo of the man who dared to play monsters and charm saints. Who gave charisma to cruelty, and dignity to damnation."
"I’ll carry him with me. Not just as a mask. As memory. As myth. After all… what is the Devil, if not a collector of souls?"
"Rest well, Julian. You may have left the stage… but your performance is eternal."
— Lucifer Morningstar
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