his struggle to say the least was at most the scientists concern, his struggling and writhing , the shear detest he felt towards this persona that used him as his lab rat. He felt to kill, the shear urge in sending this man that even the Devil cowers at how this temper makes the hellish plains seem cool "LET ME OUT I SAY. LET ME OUT" Lucian's anger wasn't wavering, the scientists still stood there steadfast, he couldnt proceed with this operation without cause of failure. "..."he simply grimaced at the build of Lucians fury before pulling a syringe out of his pocket, and stabbing it within the Jugular vein releasing the toxin that he thought would knock him out* "This should do the trick" *he said smugly as his 'patient's' body began to spasm, his eyes drooped and head sank, it was working. Yet, something was off, he could still hear Lucian's writhing, and he started to growl, his veins popped cascading the scars that already plagued his body, he looked back at the syringe and saw it. It was like time paused, he watched to see the horror unfold