[i][b]FEED... DEVOUR...[/b][/i] Lucien took a few shambling steps towards Desmond, his flesh burnt black from his own fire. Retribution was held in his hand and poised to slaughter the downed Desmond. [i]No. No you will not.[/i] He fell to both knees this time as his Angel-Arms burnt away with screams emitting from the mouths on their forearms. The flaming wings wrapped themselves around the False Prophet and cauterized every wound, but burnt away any chitinous armour grown on him. Retribution's blade shook within the ground as Lucien struggled to stand up through the pain. He limped over to Desmond and saw the metal that had spider-webbed itself into his flesh like an advanced barbed knife. It was almost like the Gaé Bolg spears he utilized after devouring the Corpse Serpent of the Olympus Springs. Taking off the mask and clipping it to his belt, he let Iures drop into the dirt blade-first beside Desmond. "We don't have that much time, boy. I will keep this brief: would you like to live at the expense of becoming a monster like me? To personify your inner demons, no matter how terrifying they may be?"