[Training] naughty naughty

Lucas clever as the devil and twice as pretty Lucas bared his teeth in a grin as she whipped around and disintegrated his blade with a sharp, focused blast of magic. However she might act, Edrei was a damned good fighter, and it was actually a privilege to spar with her like this. A shame that he would have to stab her a couple of times and end this charade. That was his thought, anyway. And then something dark and insidious slithered out of the shadows and into his mind and oh, but he wasn't in Kansas anymore. The light, holy as heaven and pure as a virgin, clawed at his retinas as he stared up and into it. The feeling was there again - that feeling of paradise lost, the impending fall, the itch against his shoulder blades where wings were soon to be shredded and torn. The fear of Judgement was absolute, and even millenia did not remove the humble terror from the devil's heart. Lucas didn't feel the knives slip from his fingertips, and he didn't feel his knees hit the ground. All he could do was stare in awe, and wait.