"Beautiful Bishop of light, stand once more and support those who fight."
Lucifer was feeling a little too into the role play with his cute wife and two lovely women, his body moving forward to support the other knights—like a storm, his blade sliced through the orcs who served directly under the huge orc Log'Var.
His body danced along the grass, drifting under the moonlight as Estella could only watch, feeling a marvel at his ethereal beauty, the light, Celestia, vampires?
In this moment of serenity and calm, they meant nothing.
With a flick of his wrist, the long-bladed glaive sliced through an orcs waist, his intestines falling to the ground, but Lucier didn't stop, his left hand pointing towards a goblin trying to slit the throat of a male knight before a red light, his ⟪Vampiric Drain⟫ sucking the small green monster dry in an instant.
"Ah!?"
With a terrified face, the knight kicked the husk of a corpse with a slight yelp.
