There was a hatred in Lucas' eyes that had not been present in a very long time. He despised the words that came from Deimos. Lucas was not hiding who he was - he was proud of what he was! He loved the torment and the torture. Feeding off of fear and pain is what kept him alive and he liked it that way. Just because he was bound to a...to Dex, didn't mean that he had lost sight of what made him<i>him. </i>The very notion of that caused a fury to build within his chest and even though it was exactly what Deimos wanted, he retaliated.<br/><br/>Pushing himself up off of the ground, a few smaller pieces of the mirror scattering as he did so, he raced towards Deimos. Fist clenched, he threw a punch after the retreating demon but before it could hit, the world shifted. First a rumble, then everything around him melted away into a far different picture.<br/><br/>Here he was in a hospital bed, drowsy and feeling like he'd just gotten hit by a truck. With a grown, he started to sit up but was stopped at the pounding in his head. This wasn't right. He was a demon and as such, did not fall prey to the usual ailments of humans. Yet, here he was - stuck to a bed as if he was a human on their deathbed. Looking down at his hands, he saw the pale skin and for a moment was relieved. Although he did not despise who he was, there was a certain comfort to this form now - one that he and Dex had gotten quite used to together.<br/><br/>The demon immediately perked up again as Dex's voice suddenly screamed out at him. Looking up, he saw the man and smiled. He was alright, at least here - wherever 'here' was - and that was enough to keep him going. For the moment at least, he only had one goal: keep Dex safe. If he died....well, that would not end well for Lucas. Sitting up with newfound energy, his eyes met briefly with the pale blue orbs across from him before Dex was forced back by a man he recognized all too well. In fact, he never thought he'd have to see this man again....the fact he was here made Lucas realize the severity of their current situation.<br/><br/>"I'll get back to you, Sam. I'll kill these fuckers and get you back. Hold on..." Lucas shouted out into the void as he fell back into the dream world - uncertain if his words met the ears of any of those that had surrounded him.<br/><br/>Awaking again in the broken bedroom, Lucas looked around in frustration. He'd been this close and now he was back in this hell. Stumbling over to the mirror, for a moment he only saw his reflection - the blue skin and pointed horns not quite bringing him the comfort his other form had done earlier. He searched further in the glass for the image of Dex he'd seen earlier but the fragments gave nothing away. Just the reflection of his own frustrated gaze.<br/><br/>Storming through the door, left ajar, he tore through the castle. He was far beyond control now. He was mad and in a state of chaos that only one being could settle.<br/><br/>"DEIMOS!!" Lucas shouted the name down the corridors, the echo bouncing off the stone walls and causing an eerie feeling of total abandonment within the castle. Busting through a wide set of double doors, Lucas stopped dead in his tracks. In front of him stood the two women. They looked....different. Tilting his head, he let the bewilderment sit for only second before a growl escaped him.<br/><br/>"Are you two finished playing Princesses already? Let's get the fuck out of here."