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In truth, the devil had no good side to speak of, but he held others in close regard. Those who served him were rewarded, and those who found the folly of denying him often died or worse. He was not one of those who possessed softened sides for wolves who pleased him, every inch of his soul was as hard and sculpted as his muscular bod. Years of service in his birth-pack gave him a head for leadership, and a record of militant deeds gave him the muscle to back his claim to power, he knew what it was to be weak. There was a time when Lucifer had been at the mercy of others, a time when he was unsure and unable to defend himself. It was this recollection that lent him a paw in knowing what made him strong. He regards the once queen of Spring Grounds with something of a simper, her words seeming to have enthused him.

"Walk with me then, and know I do not make a habit of asking anything." He turns his gaze to a well-beaten path, then back to her before stepping off. His tone was curt, but the stark honesty in his voice would shine over that. This female had seemed to pop out of nowhere, it did not matter where he went or what he was doing, she was always there it seemed. After his battle with Carnival he had run into her, and now she followed him in his pack. Perhaps, he should train her up a bit, give her some skill to back her up. After all, he expected each of the wolves who followed him to be able to protect and provide for one another. "What would you say if I were to give you some training? You will need to know the ins and outs of warfare if you are to stay here, all of you will. Protection is not a game, and neither is survival. I need strong wolves, Lucaya, and I will make each of you impenetrable to your enemies." It was a first step, other than gathering the darkness to him.

Soon, he would have the strongest wolves under his command, he would be the proudest king in Blossom Forest.
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