"Luis Franco?" He had never heard such a name. Of course he immediately recognized the surname as an anagram of his own, so there was feasibility there. And Luis could stem from their lineage's consonance as well... But that would imply that someone else took the mantle from Lucien. All existing Tribals had branded his name as the title of a False Prophet, the surname forever tainted by his actions. Also... And he had no memory of his death. So that would be impossible unless he was presumed dead. But if he wielded weapons similar and carried apparel nigh-identical to his... No. That was truly impossible. He would never let the boy go down a road such as his. He would rather the boy die a man than become a monster like him. "I'm afraid I don't know anyone else that matches my description from my home. Any legacy I left behind is rendered taboo now because of my deeds. As for Phoenix's Unborn? I've never heard of them. The cultists from my home are the Abbatial - a collective praising the Infected as pieces of their divided God. No mention of a 'Cobalt Phoenix' though in all honesty, I would prefer that title over False Prophet. Sounds much more modest." [i]Devoid of any past sin.[/i] "I was rather curious, because nobody else shares the same... Strain of virus as me," he says hesitantly at first. Even though Lance was seemingly not of his world, there could still be people looking for him. "I deserted the Tribals after I found my mentor killed by one of the Abbatial's exalted abominations. Well, more like absorbed and eaten. He was damn near melded to the creature when I found him. So I killed their so-called angel and [i]ate it.[/i]" The smile on Lucien's face was most definitely not one entirely of his own. "I drank the holy fire that was its blood. I chewed on the flesh of a God. I inquired to a young zealot before killing the beast, 'if I am to devour a piece of your God, would that make me a demigod too?' That was rhetorical, of course. I do not believe in any Gods. There are only monsters and men." His smile fades, the reality of the past also beginning to dawn on him once more. "I essentially inoculated myself with that Infected's special strain of the virus. It's an arduous process that I only survived because... I inoculated myself through the blood of my mentor. He was still alive, half-infected by the Angel's blight. Begged for me not to do it. Not to become one of them. I was fuelled by vengeance then, and vengeance is a damning fire." Lucien sullenly looks down his sword as he waves it around, a trail of cobalt embers being created slowly behind it.