It had been around three years since the fall of House Deveraux, not much has changed in the world other than the collapse of his home. Albeit, he had changed himself. His demeanor had become more stern, his face had altered, although calm, it was difficult to ignore the stern gaze that radiated from his eyes. Not incredibly muscular, he was toned in order to keep himself light on his feet and able to react as quickly as possible. Adorned across his back was a large bundled object, beneath the bandages was the radiant warmth of the blade of Deveraux, he carried it with him at all times and there was no discussion to be had of otherwise.<br/><br/>Upon completion of his last job, he had been fed information. The only thing that Lucian held of more worth than actual gold itself was information that could prove 'useful' to him if the situation presented itself. Stories had passed through towns and villages throughout the land of a lone castle, sat atop the outskirts of a small town. Although, the town itself held little to no significance, the stories of the castle were something to be acknowledged. Within it's confines he had heard many tales. A haunting, of supernatural kinds, yet there have also been discussion about a treasure of some sort that lay within the depths of the manor...something that peaked the interest of the young mercenary.<br/><br/>Silver locks shifted gently around his neck as he made his way towards the castle in question. It was difficult to miss the structure, the overbearing bundle of stone and brick seemed to stand out amongst the otherwise dense forest, the tops of the castle were even visible from the village nearby. Yet, this did little to hide the restless and unsure sensation that welled up within his stomach. His fingers began to break into a cold sweat, tightening his hand into a tight fist as he bore his slender fingers into the soft of his skin, eyes looking to the oddly open gate that beckoned him forth.<br/><br/><i>Fuck me...am I really doing this?</i>The thought crossed his mind, unsure exactly what the castle held within it's confines. Generally he was one to take a safe route, scouting as necessary and divulging as much information as possible he could from the residents surrounding any land he desired to enter. Still, this castle was a mystery, no one knew exactly what was inside...only the stories that passed from the words of others. His eyebrows furrowed together as he looked unsure towards the gates before him, the path leading up to it was long, thus he began his walk. Feet carrying him quickly as he skid the hard soles of his boots against the crudely paved stone path, his breath rugged and hesitant as he made his way towards the gate before him. He wasn't necessarily fearing his capabilities, but even the strongest of men had limits to their powers and how much they could deal with.<br/><br/>"Fuck me." Lucian mumbled through gritted teeth as he passed the threshold of the gate into the dark decrepit depths of the castle before him. All the while the uncertainty of entering the unknown only further began to well up inside him.<i>I'm going to regret this aren't I?</i>