An emotion so dark it tainted his red blood black was choking the onyx brute. His dark ears were laced back into his mane far before the silver haired witch came to him. It was funny watching her come to him and not the other way around, but that toxic tar-like substance that held his brain in its grasp didn't let anything show. The sludge that built up his inner demon was seeping everywhere it could grasp, holding Lucifer in a hold so tight he knew he couldn't control much of what he did if Nyimara were to strike at him.

Hearing her words, the stallion snorted. “Funnily enough Nyimara, I've crossed your border just once, similar to the fact you've only crossed mine that many times.” As his words fade, the demon felt his heart thud haphazardly in his breast. He wanted to lunge forward, but the bit in his mouth that he could feel but not see was tugging at him. The bite of his body being held back by the slimy rat in his mind was feeding the depths of his rage. He could taste iron on his tongue, but he wasn't sure if it was his mind playing tricks on him or if he had actually bit his own lip.

“I've come to ask a simple set of questions actually.” He started, looking at the silver haired woman with his long tail snapping at his hocks. “When are you gonna realize it's not me starting the problems between our territories?” As his words fall from his lips, the onyx demon slowly tilts his head to the side. “When will it get through your dainty head that everything since Tefnut was retaliation?” Tilting his head the other way, the demon lets a twisted smile cross his lips. “It's not the fact I wouldn't ever bend the knee Nyimara, it's the fact I won't quit until you do.”