He was stopped, so close to his goal, by another voice. The other girl perhaps, but he could not turn around to see. Lucius hesitated, weighing his choices and knew he could take her. Regardless of whatever she had in the bottle. He was about to elbow in her in the face when Octavia brst into the clearing. He shouted, [color=gold] "Octavia... no!" [/color]

No no no! This was wrong, she was not supposed to come back, he couldn't save her like this! Then she did the unthinkable and shielded the demon. 

His face went blank as he realized that she cared for this demon. Lucius was no fool, he knew there was more to her story and he also knew that the prince was behind this. It was the only logical explanation, no one else had the audacity to attack the capital. Octavia's words however, and the fact that he was being threatened, forced him to drop the sword. With a dagger ready to strike his back and a darkened spear at his front, Lucius could do nothing risk mortal injury.

He looked at Octavia with a hurt expression, so this is what they got? The children of light sacrificed much to save her, again no doubt and instead of being thanked, he was being told to stop. Here was a person he looked so highly towards, but no longer. As a future queen and as a princess, it was her duty to protect her people and instead of letting him end the threat, she was only prolonging it by returning. How could he stop that? Lucius was so shocked and confused, wrapped up in thoughts that he did not know what to do.

A roar snapped him back into reality and much to his horror, a revolting creature had arrived in the clearing. He saw the wraith point at him and the creature began to run forwards, great thuds echoing in the clearing. Lucius could do nothing, he realized. All of his exits were blocked and he looked back at Octavia one last time, his voice full of surprise, like he was just realizing something, [color=gold] "You killed me?" [/color]

Then the creature was upon him, with one massive swat of its right forearm, Lucius was sent flying into the trees. The force of the blow shattered most of his ribs and collapsed a lung. Then he hit a tree, breaking his left arm and dropped his staff. Finally his body fell and he broke his right leg upon impact with the ground. Fresh blood ran from his body, among the many new cuts he had received. The crimson blood was just a reminder that he was just a human and it also ruined his clothes for the final time.

If Lucius could scream he would have, but instead he was gasping for air as he lay on the cold forest floor, looking up into the trees. This was not supposed to happen today, he had barely been a knight for twenty four hours and he now was dying from a monster that he had never even seen before. It could have gone so different but it all went wrong when the angel shielded the demon.

His bright eyes wept silent tears as he waited for oblivion.