The colossal demon is met first with a striking pairing of green spheres; a slight and sudden contrast compared to the cloaked nature of the kingdom. The stranger’s initial words were those concerning Lucian’s recent . . . growths. "Did that supposed magic grab you by the throat as well? It seemed to have been fascinated by my legs. Looks like it was fascinated by your head. How strange all of this truly is . . ." The shadowed lass speaks quietly, and instantly, Lucian’s crimson spheres shift to glance towards the femme’s appendages. What she speaks is, unfortunately, the truth; despite the darkness, the devil can make off a soft gleam that reflects from her pillars. He is taken back, if only for a moment, his large jaws opening and then closing as a result of the lyrics that jumble within his wide throat. First, it was the landscape . . . following that, was his own change, his cursed headdress of antlers. And now it seems that another part of the mystery had been unveiled. This small wolfess had scales! And, what was that she said . . . ? Something of magic?

He wants to inquire about how her scales had been obtained. Was she, perhaps, in the same location as he was? Did she hear the explosion? Experience the lights? He shakes his great cranium, as if attempting to shake away the ideas, - no, the reality, - that was all unraveling right before him. The obsidian beast had no time to worry about such minuscule things, not during a task such as this. He was here for a reason, and he couldn’t let himself get off track. He wouldn't. Milo depended on him. He is, at last, snapped away and freed from these thoughts as the femme speaks up once more. But now her tone has shifted, and she seems to have adopted a slight chill in her lyrics. “What finds you at our borders today?” Vivid green spheres survey him from the shadows, and his crimson orbs reach to meet with them as well. Although, what catches his spheres is not those of this lass, but the image of an approaching demoness. She shared the same bloody shade of his own hues, but hers . . . seem to glow, piercing fiercely through the heavy shadows that encase her large silhouette. This intrigues him and puzzles him at the same time, causing his crown to tilt slightly to the side. She had approached the younger femme now, settling beside her side, but Lucian has yet to detect any perfume. The only scent that fills his nares are provided by his first host.

Venom laced lyrics do not hesitate to exit the serpent's shadowed kissers, pointed daggers unsheathed in a poisonous smile. "I am Lucaya, Queen of Caidir Olc and the Vampire Queen. This is my daughter, Holly. Watch your tongue when speaking with myself and my daughter, because those words could be your last." Wait, wait, wait. What the actual fuck? Lucian initially believes that he’s misheard the Queen; but her exposed fangs keep his concerns silent. And, of course! That explains the eyes . . . and the scent, or simply, the lack of one. Was she, this vampiress, another result of the rumoured magic? He momentarily dismisses these worries and makes an internal note to himself, sure that Milo would be more than interested in the unfamiliar species. Instead, the demon dips his great cranium to her in subtle greetings, and then rich vocals begin to rumble from within his throat. “Yes, I do suppose I have been touched by this magic as well… It’s a pleasure to meet you both. As for what brings me here, I am Lucian, and I come from Wudubearo.” Lucian’s onyx kissers curve faintly, offering a smile the two femmes’ direction. Lucaya’s words carry the lingering hint of a threat, revealing that she is prepared to strike if necessary, but he does not harbor ill intentions. He doesn’t know exactly how to respond, but being hospitable never hurt, did it?

The massive beast hadn’t thought this far about what to say. The scenario that Lucian had been expecting was to meet with the ghost Queen, Motionless, but instead, it appears that he’d set himself before her complete opposite. A she-wolf he knew little about, as apparently did the rest of the world. He’d yet to hear of her. Who, exactly, was she? But, he supposed, that was what he was here to find out. “I’ve been sent here to introduce my Queen’s proposal of an alliance between our two lands . . . and to inquire whether or not you would be interested.” Lucian’s heavy voice came to an end, deep spheres of crimson carefully shifting between the duo’s facade as he tries to weigh in on their response. Did that sound insane? Perhaps it did. Perhaps they would send him away. Even so, he was already here, and he would carry out his assignment regardless of whether it was an acceptance or rejection of Milo's proposal.