The giant slept, resting on his way to the clearing before he crowned himself king of Malignant. It would be his, the lands beginning to fester and interest waned. It was all he could do not to kill the one who stood to oppose him, but he managed. The deer he had slain lay next to him, half-eaten and already attracting the flies. It was nearly the same size as the male, though it was clear this was a large deer, only a few scant inches separated the top of the deer from the top of Lucifer's back. He was the shorter one, but not by much.

Waking to the sound of paws crunching against night-solid snow, Lucifer raises his brindled head, watching the midnight beauty trek towards him. Bright red eyes watch her as she moves, noting the regal way in which she holds herself, but seeing the tired and half-crazed look in her eyes. The devil raises on broad paws, standing before she made it too close to him. "I can hear your stomach from here, lass." His deep, graveled tones reached out for her, and the smell of last night's deer would be irresistible. He is well-fed, and this makes it Lucaya's lucky day, as he is willing to share and not be a jerk. Just this once though.