Lucifer turned abruptly when he heard his name called by an unfamiliar voice. He turned, and the creature standing there looked foreign to him, but something deep within him recognized it for what it truly was. "Lord Astaroth!" he exclaimed. The exclamation came out light and cheerful, matching the rest of his strange new vessel's disposition. "I thought I would have to kill dozens of these things before you would find me." The enthusiastic tone was completely dichotomous to what he was saying, but his voice seemed stuck like that. His only consolidation was the lack of light in his eyes. They mimicked the shape of joy and excitement, but they were dead inside, without the slightest hint of Mir.<br/><br/>"It seems we've come to a strange place indeed," he went on. "Somehow, in this place, the weak have become so numerous that they've dominated everything." He looked out at the swarms of people, and this time there was joy in his eyes. "They're just begging for disaster."<br/><br/>Having gotten that out of his system, he turned to his king. "So what is our next course of action?"