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The deathly horseman initially had a small aura of worry when Lilith decided to daringly dart into the room. The aura vanished, however, once Lilith came back. Taking care of her was like taking care of a severely spoiled child, but she was, in the end, the great lord's bride. The glow of his dauntingly frightening mask seemed to brighten for a brief second before he bowed loyally. This queen was capable of pulling off missions successfully, but nevertheless, Lord Lucifer wanted him to protect her at all costs; even if it cost his existence.

The Phantom Rider turned to the portal, then at Lilith once more. He seemed to be curious as to whether or not she would be leaving yet. At the same time, however, he wanted to wait for a few more minutes. Apophis was probably waiting for him on the other side with his annoying rants on why he deserved more stuff in general.

"[b]I... unlive to serve you, my great Queen,[/b]" the masked man said with all of his genuine loyalty, his voice ghostly and echoing as if an army was reciting what he said. It was the only words he learned to speak of, and they were words taught by his lord. The rider had no pride in that, but rather, was honored to even be able to say such a thing.