Lucifer is not pleased
Burdens of a King
A letter came to him shortly after he held a sermon at the Church in Chrysos, its contents containing information on a certain strain who always seemed to worm his way into trouble one manner or another. Yes...the fox known as Starling was once again in trouble. The young priest would pinch the bridge of his nose and groan in annoyance. "Why...How am I not surprised...?" he questioned out loud, wavering the friar who brought him the letter to tend to his duties. Even though it didn't quite fall directly in line with the priest, Lucifer had to admit that the old saying was true - "There's no rest for the wicked".
He would grab his cloak and bag, as well as conceal his armaments if need be as he prepared himself to travel to the City of Lilla. As one would expect, the meeting place would be held in the city's local tavern. After all, where else would one to go when information is being brokered? Upon his entry, it wouldn't take long to distinguish which table would be hosting the individual who sent the letter, as well as anyone who may have answered their call. How so? Simple. Lucifer was able to discern a certain sister of his from among the crowd - one that he wasn't expecting to be out and about outside of Chrysos, though was not exactly surprised either. She had a habit of going against his wishes of venturing out into reaches of the world where numerous untold dangers could be waiting around every corner. Though, she was of age to be considered a grown woman, so there wasn't much he could do, especially when she tended to go out on her own regardless.
Even with all of this in mind, he could not help but let his face tighten into a mild scowl, the phrase, "If looks could kill" coming to mind. He'd step forward and lightly place a hand upon Anise's shoulder, only squeezing tightly for a split second to let her know he was present. That was usually all it took in this type of situation. A very subtle way of him letting her know that he was vastly displeased without speaking. He'd turn his attention to the one addressing the group in its entirety, informing them all that Starling had somehow been kidnapped and forced into and underground strain fighting ring. This was something that was unfortunately very common among some cities of Raduga - something that Lucifer was working on eliminating over time. Though his findings proved that this type of heresy ran deep within society, a sad sign that the people of Raduga were in a much more desperate need of cleansing than he could have imagined.
The dark-haired one suggested offering himself up as part of the bait for the plan to be successfully executed. Though, when another with bright yellow eyes offered himself up to take place as the other "strain", an idea occurred in Lucifer's mind. The other man did in fact have rather peculiar eyes, though, if looks were going to be all it took, the priest may as well take a gamble as well.
"That won't be necessary, my Son..." he would say, the hand upon Anise's shoulder reaching up to pull down the hood of his cloak, his gold and silver eyes fluttering open with a sly smile upon his lips. "While I may be no Strain, I suspect the underground public wouldn't know any better. After all, great surprises can come in the simplest of forms."