Lucius gasped aloud as the prince zoomed past him. Then he felt it. Pain, even more so then the cut upon his cheek. Lucius looked down to see where the blade had cut him deep upon his right side, just below his ribs. The gash was around seven inches in length and perhaps two inches wide, all the while it gushed blood. Great, now his outfit was truly ruined and all thanks to the prince, who he now turned to look at, while clutching his bleeding side. He would be down and out due to blood loss soon, unless...

Before he had time to react, the lightning bomb, as Lucius liked to call it, made contact with the tree that the prince had just propelled himself from. The resulting explosion was deafening and it completely destroyed the tree and set the others around it ablaze. The draft also made Lucius's hair cover his face. He pushed his hair back and glanced back at his work. How pretty.

Lucius was going to hate this but it was the only way to stop the bleeding as he looked at his grotesque wound. A small fire burned in his free hand, with it he counted to three, then touched the wound. He choked back tears as he screamed out loud. Anger quickly replaced half of his pain as he looked at those hideous wings. It was his fault for all of this, and now he would pay!

Lucius walked over to the prince, on his way the gently picked up demon's blade and grasped it in his free hand. Dark thoughts washed over him, but he could not tell if it was the blade, or himself. It truly was a lovely blade but one that horrified him more then anything. Upon the steel was his blood, his oh so noble blood. But upon this night, it would feast upon another's.

He was in front of the prince now, and he kicked him over so he would be belly up. Then Lucius stood over him with the blade in his hand, pointed down at his heart. 

[color=gold] "Good riddance, filth." [/color]