Lucitius turned to Amadaeis with a thoughtful gaze, a hint of melancholy was beneath it.
“The eldest. I know that feeling,”he said.
Mardicos huffed. Lucitius gave him a side-long glance, almost a glare.
“You have no siblings, nor any family to speak of. Dare not provoke what you know nothing of,”Lucitius growled.
“I serve you, so, of course, your majesty,”Mardicos hissed back.
Lucitius turned to him fully, then walked over to him, blue mist following his movements. He grabbed Mardicos by the chin, lifting him to his feet. A strange warbling growl echoed in his throat.
“I appreciate your willingness to fight me, yet you choose the wrong moment to fight. I may be sane, yet I shall never be stable,”Lucitius snarled.
“And I appreciate your honesty, but I’m going to fight you whenever I feel like it. I am no servant,”Mardicos retorted.
Lucitius stared at him, then grinned wide.
“Dominance. Why had I not thought of that before? You have never served, nor shall you. We are allies, yet you are not bound to me,”Lucitius said with a laugh.
“Then let go of me!”
Lucitius obliged casually. Mardicos glared at him, then walked away.
“I will return. I need some air,”Mardicos added before anyone could question him.
After Mardicos left, Goldergon abruptly spoke up as he and Ehvara floated by.
“Who is Christ? Some human from another time?”
Lucitius snorted,”Regardless, I still crave to leave.”