[indent]It was strange. Truly it was. How ready Lilian was to die. How readily accepting he was of his inevitable end. Really, he didn't even scream as he plummeted to the broken cement below. No. Not a scream, not a cry, not even a gasp. Just a close of his eyes as he thought about what the other side might hold...if there [i]was[/i] another side, anyways...

Just like that, he was met with an impact, but...it didn't feel like the impact he thought it would be, and so, rather than, well, dying, a sharp gasp escaped him, and his eyes flashed open immediately. His vision was met with the shining, iridescent green of a hard carapace shell and he slowly look up to the chitin face of the hero currently carrying him through the air as a building pretty much melted around them. He blinked. Closed his eyes. Looked again.

[i]Still there...[/i] he thought, then wriggled a bit to move a hand to rest on King Stag's chest, as though needing that extra proof that the hero was really there. "Huh," he thought aloud, flinching as they crashed through the window and burying his face into King Stag's hard chest plate. He stayed there for a few moments, his long pointed ears pulling back on instinct, before he gradually relaxed again and looked once more into the shiny carapace.

"Huh," he hummed again, then smirked a bit and said, "Y'know...when I considered that'd I'd eventually die from my antics, I never really thought I'd go this way," he laughed, "Then again, I guess being met with a hero I idolize could be used as a punishment in Hell as much as it could be used as a reward in Heaven..." he frowned then and hummed, "Actually, that makes a lot more sense than the other way around."

Yeah, Li was pretty sure he was dead. There was no way King Stag had saved him, of all people, for a well-deserved death of stupidity. No doubt this visage would turn on him at any moment. He just wondered how exactly this would go. Media tended to depict demons...in a variety of ways. Sometimes the torture was physical in the sense of inflicting harm, but other times it was...a bit more...X-Rated, to say the least. Lilian wasn't sure which direction he preferred at the moment, but he was pretty wary to think of what other forms a demon could take if they could replicate a hero like King Stag so perfectly. Would he be faced with a copy of Trueheart? His ex-boyfriend? His childhood friend? The list wasn't adding up too well, and he was worried that this moment would turn to something much less enjoyable the moment this 'King Stag' landed.[/indent]