"...It feels strange. I can't change the weather as easily as I could....even here, I only feel it bend, I can't touch it..." He looks out the window, eyes faraway, before someone comes through the far door, a tall man who is blond and unearthly beautiful, with chilling ice blue eyes.

His voice is like smooth velvet chocolate with a buried razor, and Sei has frozen stock still without moving. The family resemblance is uncanny.

"Of course not. After all, you had to have that stripped from here or you'd never stay to fight somewhere you couldn't spite me, isn't that right, Seiryuu?" There is frost filling the lounge as fast as old cigarette smoke, but it's not enough to stop Lucifer's chuckling. "Oh, come now...even in your dreams, is this any way to greet me? Who's your pretty little friend?"