The groans of a man in pain and suffering fills the air that Lucien’s heavy steps walk through, with his jaw hard and clenched, as he walks to his number one enemy. Amarok. Hearing his groans and pains fills Lucien’s ears like sweet music, of the irrevocable fate being brought upon on Amarok. One which Lucien schemes on just being the beginning of such fate. Lucien’s steps come to a stop, as his gaze now rests on the man in front of him, wailing out in pain as his men torture and peel out the skin from his body, finger by finger. The scene horrific and should never be encountered, yet, staring at such scene brings comfort to Lucien but not relief, as Amarok is still yet to pay for his crimes. “Stop.” Lucien orders, making his appearance known, as the two whom perform the torture come

