The Satanic Queen

With a smirk curling across his lips, Lucas inclined his head to accept her point. Flaunt away, then. Keeping his eyes forward like a good boy as she began to speak, Lucas's smile only grew as he listened, her lips brushing against his ear, her warmth radiating against him in a sensation he could barely feel. Ascension had a lot of perks, but there were still some things (a lot of things) that he missed. What the queen desired was, naturally, ambitious as all hell. But he of all people could understand her wishes, and his shoulders relaxed a touch. "You asked me what my value was," he purred. "You will be disappointed to know that it is not to give you what you desire most. Rather, I am able to find out what it is your enemies desire most. And then take it from them." He grinned. "If you need proof, look no further than yourself. You volunteered your deepest desires from nothing more than a question. People do love talking about themselves." Also, she had no idea what the Voice was to Lucas. And that was probably for the best. LUCAS making work for idle hands