"Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster," he says with a grim finality as he stopped took a strange stance: legs spaced out like a master swordsman would with his hands poised over his waisted armaments. "And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you." Within Lucien's mask's reflection Irina saw herself amidst the fleeting rusted gold hidden within the black. The red splotches seemed to stain her reflection as well, as if fate itself was signifying the Vileblood's insanity and bloodlust. Despite Irina's attempts to deter Lucien, it seemed that the man was there for a fight and wouldn't take any less. The air still had the stinging scent of brimstone and something burning. The Hunter has now become the Hunted.