Anger boiled like a witches cauldron inside of a large black beast. Muscles flexed with each step the creature took towards his home, his black frame almost trembling. He had been to the Salem island, but had yet to strike more than his challenge towards Helios. Things were still all over the place, but the hulking stallion named Lucifer chomped at the bit. His red eyes were filed with a smoldering fire, but currently he had no one to set his sights upon other than that of a certain leader.


Huffing an enraged breath, Lucifer heard the call of his “Boss”. The call made his eyes roll, but Lucifer slunk through the marsh and plowed through the muck and mire. His large hooves squished and suctioned with every step, his long black feathers matted back down upon his ankles. Long strands of black hair flicked left and right as his tail went up to bat against the bugs around him, but he did not show any other outward sign of discomfort as his hulking frame came close to the prey he had no business striking. He had been working alone for the Lagoon for seasons now and he was about finished being the underdog for those who wished to lay around like prized poodles.


Shaking his thick neck, Lucifer stopped a bit off from Garmr with a loud blow of air from his nostrils, his ears perked forward and his neck faintly arched. “Long time there Boss.” He spoke, his voice a deep rumble as his one seeing eye latched onto the brute before him. Lucifer gave no sign of being a danger, but it was laying under his skin. In a sea of monsters, he was soon about to blast free of his cage and sink them all if he continued being the only one to do work. He had a feeling Garmr would do something, but he had very little patience left for a useless figurehead.


Falling silent entirely, Lucifer looked out over the Lagoon. No one could tell from looking at him that his one eye was blind from the freaky moon thing he had seen in the Hills, but it did impair him a touch when it came to gauging everything. His once faked ways of being watchful were not genuine and needed. With half of his vision impaired, the brute had to actively work on watching everything around him.