Lucille could only growl as Caleb's bringer refused to give her the answers she desired. For a moment, as she almost absentmindedly picked at his open skin, she considered how pathetic Caleb was. He was so attached to their master, so much like a puppy, that this human here would not understand who she meant. "Perhaps you're right..." She muttered and though she stood and moved back from him, it did not stop her from issuing another swift kick to under his chin before she turned her attention back to Nikki.
A large grin appeared on her face, knowing she had incapacitated him to a certain point. And though he cursed, swore and glared at her, she didn't show any interest. Dragging the knife to her, she picked it up, bent the blade and tossed it out back toward the kitchen. Then, as though to ensure he'd leave her be, she allowed - just for a second - her human form to slip away. The red dress grew thick like leather and long finger-like appendages spaced in the creases. From her hair, the horns twisted and her long fingers tapped her thigh and she extended one toward him flicking his forehead. "Shut up, Beli. Master ignored you once...he will do so again. No point in continuing to think you are...important here." She smirked - something that had become common on her face since her revival - and turned away locking her eyes on the others in the room.
Wayne - as though caught between a rock and a hard place, was pressed against the wall. For all his tough speak he did not like fighting and the small things Lucille did were purely understood to be torture. Yes, Sammy would clearly walk away from her treatments with a few bumps and bruises...but that had to hurt. Was it possible for a human to be so...inhuman? His question was answered as Lucille's form shifted and changed. The wings that fell from her back were bat like, red and clawing, while her horns seemed to be like eyes on the back of her head. And as her front eyes turned on him, he couldn't help but grip his head and scream. In her eyes was a darkness he had never seen before and to combat it, a migraine inducing bright light had formed in his mind. Then, as quickly as it came it was gone, and Lucille was back as a human. But though the wings were gone and the horns no longer stared, Wayne couldn't wipe the image from his mind. Nor would the light dull. It stayed, vibrant like a torch. She was dark, he was light.
((Yeah...this post sucks...I know, but I knew I should respond...and use Wayne again. lol))
