Lucius had been walking in the forest for awhile and was about to use a spell to find Octavia but then an intense explosion of light- no, that was magic, went off a few hundred feet away. He prepared himself for the confrontation with the enemy, knowing full well what could happen. Once he neared the location, much to his surprise, there was a group of odd people fighting one another within. The only child of light he could see was a faerie, against what could only be, a wraith. It looked like she had just expended all of her magic and would not be vulnerable. 

There was also another female standing with a skeleton near, she looked messed up to say the least. Then there was the man, no doubt this was the prince of darkness- the one who took Octavia. His death would bring him great joy but where was Octavia? He saw the guard from a day before, how on earth did he get there? He followed the rock he threw at another skeleton and Lucius found horror. Mozu was right next to it, how did she get there before him? His gaze then fell upon the skeleton that had its foot on something, red hair and a white wings. Anger swelled up inside, that was how they treated hostages? Is that how they treated his princess!

He stepped into the clearing, his posture was erect and his facial expression was one of pure hatred. The air became statically charged as sparks danced across Lucius and his staff. The Knight of Angels was pissed.

With his free hand, a small ball of lightning formed within the palm, it grew to the size of a helmet before he it ejected from his hand right towards the skeleton that was standing guard on Octavia. The hit was violent, the skeleton was blasted apart from the impact and its limbs went in every direction. 

He then looked at the wraith, another ball of lightning started to form in his hand. He gave a dark grin as he shot it at the creature of darkness.