The Satanic Queen

Her comment was needless and nothing that they both didn't know already, so Lucas didn't waste his not-breath on a response. He remained stock still as she approached, following the one they called the Merciless with his eyes and eyes alone, though he did not try to hide the way they drank her in. And as she drew close he met her gaze with a stare that came through centuries, though guts and blood and horror and heaven, and found in her a source of inspiration. "One of the titles that you missed was the Prince of Lies, Your Highness," he purred. "I assure you that I do not think you are bluffing. You need not flaunt your plumage to me." As for stating his case? As for his value? An indulgent, fanged smile spread across his face. "More than anything in the world, what is it that you desire?" he began. LUCAS making work for idle hands