En franchissant les couloirs, Luciel s'est battu pour composer ses pas qui ont trouvé un rythme délibéré puisqu'il était plus que prêt à partir, et ne voulait rien de plus que de se lancer dans un sprint. Tout cet arrangement semblait une telle perte de temps, rappelant simplement à l'humanité qu'il existait... car ils semblaient n'avoir aucun intérêt pour la compassion ou la coexistence. Ses pas ralentissaient presque jusqu'à un arrêt, marchant dans la direction d'où il venait dans l'espoir de trouver la porte principale. Aussi grande qu'une conversation qu'il plongeait, la nature de l'événement et même ses émotions l'ébranlaient.
Luciel sauta alors qu'Aya parlait, un clic d'un creak se levant de ses mains alors que sa tête filait pour trouver l'autre métisse. "I-Iz bien..." sa voix douce comme il a laissé son accent pousser une fois de plus à la surface. "Je me laisse aller, avant d'être dévalisé ou chassé" le clerc démoniaque s'est branlé, en récupérant ses mains pour abandonner le crucifix d'argent assez longtemps pour regarder par-dessus ses mains. Le stress avait déjà été suffisant pour que son sang fasse entrer les bouts dans des armes maintenant viables. Ils ne feraient que devenir encore plus vifs et vifs avec l'intention, la foi ayant échoué à Luciel pour empêcher de telles fins.
Ses excuses ont fait un petit sourire à l'expression de Luciel, ses mains cliquant griffes l'un contre l'autre avant de trouver et de plier presque compulsivement sur l'argent une fois de plus. "Iz nohszink. Je... n'ai pas piqué Zehr vher beaucoup ouf nous à Zeh Verld. Coloriez-moi surpris... ehn... Je ne suis pas si en avant... » a-t-il expliqué, en éliminant son regret et en rejetant sa volonté de partager des détails sur lui-même dans le même ton amical mais quelque peu lointain.
Tilting ses mains tout en plié, il regarda au-dessus des bouts de ses doigts maintenant griffés. "Zehr vill sera un temps. Zehy vill a besoin de nous, ehn aaaall il faut iz une seule seconde ouf n'importe quel jour...ouf n'importe quel veek...ouf n'importe quel mois" il muselé, pleinement conscient de ce qu'il avait à offrir, bien que sombrement suspecter sa propre mort avant que son temps viendrait pour se prouver. Luciel écarta les ténèbres affamées avec le tremblement de sa tête et reprit l'état de sa main, regardant vers Aya.
"Vivre ici. Vhy as-tu vahnt pour vivre parmi les humains?" il a demandé, en essayant de laisser la question aussi ouverte que possible, puisqu'il a supposé qu'aucun «mutt» en ville ne devait simplement vivre en ville. Acceptant comme ce roi sonnait comme, ses sujets avaient montré clairement que son ordre était soit laissé sans respect, non fondé ou simplement mythe. Luciel ne connaissait rien à la politique et n'était pas en mesure de débattre, bien qu'il se sente encore mal pour la façon dont l'humanité a choisi l'hypocrisie sur la sensibilité.
Accepter tout le monde comme nous... sauf si nous pensons même que vous n'êtes pas comme nous, peu importe la couleur de votre caractère ou l'apparence physique.
Peut-être que les choses seraient mieux après une semaine quand les ignames et le stock de carottes sont prêts. Le temps le dirait.
Name - Luciel K. Lumiere
Age - Appears early 20s (Likely late 20s)
Breed - Halfbreed (Fiend bloodline)
Luciel stands at 5'10 with thick shoulder-length blonde hair and hazel eyes. Clean and smooth complexion save for freckles. Luciel sports four horns as well as the start of branching antlers, these are kept loosely bound with long strips of cloth which hold an array of symbols and Latin phrases painted in blood. The phrases depict a wide variety of prayers, though the symbols meld together like their own shapeless language which many suspect is demonic script.
Wide pupils constrict vertically into cat-like slits rather than simply narrowing, and reverse in reaction to darkness. Ironically, Luciel is far from a fan of bright light for this reason as it steals color from his vision in return for exceptional sight in low light settings.
Luciel speaks with as little mouth movement, accentuated upper and lower K9 fangs only hinting to the vicious maw behind them. With elastic properties to his facial skin around his double-jointed jaw, the rows of teeth continue another inch back. A bite from Luciel would be equally as horrifying as painful.
Lastly, slender fingers are armored especially around the tips with pale claws. The real oddity is how clean and filed they're kept, leaving them smooth and blunt to the touch...though they have a nasty habit of rapid growth back to razor sharpness if not tended to as religiously as Luciel keeps them.
In a slightly androgynous way, Luciel could be considered beautiful if the eye is willing to look past their monstrous features.
Luciel prefers an attire that resembles cloth, though is silken smooth. Form fitting though humble in its color resembling dried blood with his hues of faded crimson and charcoal black. The shawl worn over the suit holds an addition resembling a collar of burnt silver with a similar fastener linked to a ring around his shoulders.
The suit, itself has no pockets and the lower section integrates built in boots with flat 2-inch boot heels. It's unclear how this attire is put on or taken off, though the silver collar appears to be independent of the ensemble.
 
The quiet type, Luciel keeps to himself as he is wholly aware of what he is mostly out of fear of humans. This could be considered a predisposition, though his understanding nature reflects the notion to instead paint the situation as an unwillingness to unnerve humans with his appearance...and behavior.
Somewhere in the wasteland, Luciel found what some know as 'God', and his faith pulled him back from the sadistically feral blood that burns in his veins. Indefatigable purpose, empathy and a goal to aid the ailing currently staves off the monster that screams to maul humans and devour their flesh at every given second of every day. Because of this, his worship is obscenely odd and involves acts akin to the live sacrifice of animals, prayer/meditation, dancing in the moonlight (rarely naked) and 'sealing' (entering a trance to scribe the script into strips of cloth which adorn his horns and antlers).
Getting past his quirks, Luciel is a fan of company, though is a man of few words or facial emotions but is eager to serve human guests. His sense of humor can be seen as inappropriate or dark at times, but he means well and simply hasn't had much interaction with humans.
However, his greatest flaw is a vow of pacifism which some would see as his most honorable quality; an unconditional refusal to take life. Though he is far more than capable of defending himself and others with his qualities that separate him from humanity, the idea of drawing blood and being lost to bloodlust is a risk he refuses to take.
The events leading up to Luciel's birth are detailed in ways that have no business being recalled in text. A young woman bore the child of a horrific demon, a process that killed her in the process, leaving her older brother in possession of an abomination that spat in the face of God and Man. However, the small monster was still the last shred of family he had left. Whether it was this realization or simply beholding the unholy bridge between mankind and demons, he was driven into what the rest of his tribe described as madness. While he was ordered by the elders to dash the monster upon rocks and be done with the nightmare, he resisted and foolishly fled with everything his arms could carry, his or not.
My father was a good man. He taught me about the world and how we were the children of the earth and were born to live in fear. How to hunt in spite of my protest, how to harvest crops from the unbroken world...how to hide. I was great at hiding. We would play games where I would hide in the forest for days and father couldn't find me! It was in the woods where I truly learned how to play hide-and-seek with the beasts. Many ran from me, but the biggest one!
The biggest one had horns higher than I could reach! It had three eyes and fangs as big as my arms with HUGE claws! It was so cool! It roared so loud it shook the trees and my own shriek barely made the grass quiver, though that was probably the wind. I wanted it to make the sound again, to stay and tell me what else it knew...but it just...left.
It was years later that I realized how they all leave...
My father was my uncle, some madman who abandoned me in the woods time and time again to be eaten by the beasts who instigated my life. I learned this from an old man wandering the wastes when he found me over my uncle's corpse. Knife still in his hand and slashes across his arms and throat. The old man seemed to know him. More surprisingly, he knew me, told me how I was the child of the devil who killed dozens of those he loved. After an old word used to name the monster, the old man named me 'Luciel' before handing me a silver crucifix, saying that it would protect me.
Truly, he did not care what became of me, or even himself from the look in his eyes. He simply lost too much to have a handle on his old life. I followed him for a distance with everything my arms could carry and whatever I could fit in uncle's backpack in spite of his shouts to leave him be or what books he threw at me.
I...just didn't want to be alone. Even if it meant being at a distance and hated.
Weeks in, the man relented and taught me of the books he carried, the hope in the pages and its message for mankind and the mankind within me. He told me the truth of the world, and each syllable made me hate the man who had lied to me, stole me from my home and abandoned me in the woods countless times.
The old man also taught me about forgiveness...and gratitude. Without the evil and sacrifice of one man, I would have been dead before my eyes even opened. Regardless of the decade that followed and my life before, the few weeks I spent with the old man made me feel a part of something, as though I belonged.
Shouting matches with beasts, my first kill to protect the man...I understood prayer and it saved me from what I had almost become. I never wanted to be lost to the madness that left me in fits of manic hysteria like some rabid animal. I learned that believing in something had more power than what the true 'nothing' could actually provide. So after my trials and seeing the man disappear into the waterfall of sanctuary from afar, the old questions stung for only the moment it took for me to swallow and steal my resolve and begin building a shelter.
Do I believe in God?
No.
Humans are their own gods. Monsters only have demons.
And I made my choice of which one I wanted to be.
The Fiend blood that runs through Luciel gave him an innate skill in dark magic, though through conviction and faith, the darkness was bent across its own spectrum of physical manipulation, giving birth to light magic. This light magic has few but powerful spells focused on mending and protecting.
While Luciel wields these 'miracles', he is well aware of their origins. Demons bent the material plane to exact fear and devastation upon mankind in ways he seeks to undo through the base spell's understanding.
Luciel's most powerful and frequently casted spell. The translation roughly comes out as 'Loom'.
The intent is to stitch organic matter back together by binding wounds with seemingly golden threads and imbuing flesh with radiant energy which forces the body to quickly heal wounds at speeds that can be visibly observed. Though the whole casting may take anywhere from a few seconds to a minute depending on the severity of the wound, this spell has the capability to mend bone and knit muscle together to the extent of potentially reattaching severed limbs.
- This spell will not restore blood loss.
- Only good for one wound at a time and requires both hands and concentration.
- Can be used to mitigate damage from poison by forcing the victim's body to heal through the poison's effect until it is worked out of the body, naturally. This process can take a long time and is anything but pleasant.
- Therapy from the spell can ease back pain and arthritis brought about by aging, but cannot cure cancer or other diseases that have reemerged and now limit the human life span.
A more diverse form of 'Repth' that is less focused, though the general nature grants surprising benefits. Translated as 'Inspire'.
The expelled energy finds its way into nearby targets in a burst to swiftly boost metabolism with the buffer of magic, granting a significant hike to stamina, endurance and strength. While a side effect enhances the body's natural healing process, this is hardly enough to matter in the heat of combat.
- Good for moral as it temporarily sates fatigue.
- Requires both hands to channel and for targets to remain within 30ft for full effect.
- Doesn't so much bolster strength as it does allow fighters to put everything into every swing with little recovery.
A self-defense spell which vaguely translates to 'Burden'.
While will and spirit can carry a heart as far as legs wish, the spell is the closest to the darkness that Luciel dares to venture. The spell causes natural acids to build up in muscles at an alarming rate by hindering muscle's metabolism rates. The effect quickly tires victims and subjects them to cramps from continued strenuous activity such as running or fighting. The spell cannot be made fatal, and its result heavily depends on the actions of the afflicted.
- Can be cast with one hand, allowing two targets at once.
- Accumulation of amino acids in muscles cause targets to tire 5-10 times as fast. This does not target the heart or lungs but simply persists through concentration until canceled or the target collapses from their muscles simply failing to hold them up any longer.
- Luciel takes no pleasure in the use of the spell, and it is used mainly in self defense to dissuade pursuers or attackers.
- Highly ineffective against ranged attackers who simply need to pull and release a bowstring.
- Highly effective against attackers who need to get close with heavy armor and weapons.
- Spell cannot be focused with both hands to increase the effect. The spell magically stops a bodily function, not reverse it.
- Hearty targets can resist the effect for longer.
- Will probably just piss off greater demons.
Misc
- Usually ignored by some demons such as Fiends which he has a...strange...understanding with, even though they're regarded as one of the more vicious and merciless of beasts.
-Unarmed save for a blunt dagger he uses to harvest wild produce as well as an 'ancient' silver crucifix passed down in his family...and tough antlers, horns, an array of sharp teeth and claws (assuming he lets them grow).