Stepping through the halls, Luciel fought to compose his steps which found a deliberate pace since he was more than willing to leave, and wanted nothing more than to break out into a sprint. This whole arrangement seemed like such a waste of time, simply reminding humanity that he existed...since they seemed to have no interest in compassion or coexistence. His footsteps slowed almost to a stop, pacing in the direction from which he came in the hope of finding the main gate. As tall of a talk that he slung, the nature of the event and even his emotions unnerved him.

Luciel jumped as Aya spoke, a click of a creak rising from his hands as his head spun to find the fellow halfbreed. [color=8882be]"I-Iz fine..."[/color] his voice soft as he let his accent once again push to the surface. [color=8882be]"I am leavink, before I am robbed or driven out"[/color] the demonic cleric chuckled, retrieving his hands to abandon the silver crucifix long enough to look over his hands. The stress had already been enough for his blood to will the tips into now viable weapons. They would only grow even more sharp and keen with intent, faith having failed Luciel to prevent such ends.
Her apology worked a small smile to Luciel's expression, his hands clicking claws against each other before almost compulsively finding and folding over the silver once more. [color=8882be]"Iz nohszink. I...did not szink zehr vher many ouf us in zeh verld. Color me surprised...ehn...I am not so forward..."[/color] he explained, absolving her regret and dismissing his will to share details about himself in the same friendly but somehow distant tone. 

Tilting his hands while folded, he looked over the tips of his now clawed fingers. [color=8882be]"Zehr vill be a time. Zehy vill need us, ehn [i]aaaall[/i] it takes iz a single second ouf any day...ouf any veek...ouf any month"[/color] he mused, wholly aware of what he had to offer, though darkly suspecting his own death before his time would come to prove himself. Luciel dismissed the hungering darkness with the shake of his head and resuming the state of his hand, looking over to Aya.
[color=8882be]"Livink here. Vhy did you vahnt to live among humans?"[/color] he asked, trying to leave the question as open as possible since he assumed that no 'mutt' in town simply [i]had[/i] to live in town. Accepting as this king sounded like, his subjects had made it clear that his order was either left unrespected, unfounded or simply myth. Luciel knew nothing of politics and was in no position to debate, though he still felt sore for how humanity chose hypocrisy over sensibility.

Accepting of everyone like us...unless we even think you're not like us, no matter the color of your character or physical appearance.

Maybe things would be better after a week when the yams and carrot stock are ready. Time would tell.


[@Lightning]