With all that had happened between them, his ascension and her fall, meeting the woman who fit every single criterion for his perfect match. It was all he could have hoped for. His followers seemed to be on edge about it, no doubt wondering why he took a native to be his wife. He had come to rely on the presence of Lucaya, came to call her friend though he saw her as so much more. She had been knocked from her seat, and rather than try and gain her crown back, she came to live in his pack. There was something that called to him about her, something that said she was the one. He listened to instinct and intuition, they had often saved his ass on the battlefield. This winter he would make a mother out of her, if she wished it, and would finally have the start to his empire.

Watching the blind woman howl, Lucifer waits to see who the first face would be. Lucaya, with her raven hair and mismatched gaze. He had a thing for heterochromia it seemed. She spoke and it was as though the earth had taken a breath. "Good day, my darling." Once she is close enough, he loops a paw around her and pulls her closer, a smile a mile wide on his face. "Are you ready?" He asked in deep, rolling tones smooth as milk chocolate. After this, he seems to remember something and moves toward a store den, pulling out the wreath of flowers he found to be beautiful. Running back, he draped the linked flowers over her head like a crown.

When Valkyrie saunters up, the male turns his eyes to her, "Hello to you, stranger. After this meeting I need a spar with you. I wish to test your skills. It will be done in the pack, find the clearing with the dirt floor." He was aching for a fight, wanted to let go of some of his stress. He knew what the pack could do, but not his natives. He didn't like that. He needed to know after the ceremony.