LUCI
Lucas had been here for long enough to get his bearings. He knew not to wander out in the daylight (no change there, that had been one of the easiest adjustments to not have to make). He knew that he was only able to feed on the blood of the flock, or something - it didn't quite hit the mark but it was better than starving to death. And he couldn't feel. Not hot. Not cold. Not pleasure. Not pain. And that sucked ass.
Through hearsay and eavesdropping, Lucas had heard of the childlike statue deep in the Underground; some deity of his kind, whatever that might be now. So down the devil came, his footsteps echoing on the damp, cold stones, his shoulders back, his head held high. He stepped into the room dominated by the statue, pausing before it and regarding it with cold calculations.
"Is anyone there?"
Through hearsay and eavesdropping, Lucas had heard of the childlike statue deep in the Underground; some deity of his kind, whatever that might be now. So down the devil came, his footsteps echoing on the damp, cold stones, his shoulders back, his head held high. He stepped into the room dominated by the statue, pausing before it and regarding it with cold calculations.
"Is anyone there?"
