Clorian rolled his eyes when Charlus turned to the fray. "You two are just asking for trouble. You're lucky he didn't punish you both for your insolence."
"Oh, whatever. I could have bitten his little wings off if he got his panties in a twist," the part vampire retorted, narrowing his dark brown eyes at the part-dwarf.
"As amusing as that would be, I doubt that would get you very far. He is the high lord of the faeries, they would not forgive that so easily."
Florian scowled. "Let it go, Clorry, nothing came of it."
"Yeah, Clorry, you're such a jerk."
"Is that the only insult you have?"
"Well, I was trying to be nice. I didn't really think I should call you a friendless loser who has as much luck in the sack as an one-eyed hermit mermaid living in an octopus cave, but you know, if you'd rather—"
"No," he interjected, narrowing his eyes. "I think I'll settle with 'jerk', thank you."
Florian laughed hard. "But, Clorry, I quite prefer friendless loser who has as much luck in the sack as an one-eyed hermit mermaid living in an octupus cave," he grinned. He stroked Lucille's hair. "I love you so much," he laughed, kissing her full on the lips.
The goblin king quirked a brow as he gazed at Lucille. She was more powerful than any of these idiots gave her credit for, that he could tell. The magic aura surrounding her was incredible. He wove between men and fellow goblins, elves and fae, vampires and werewolves, druids and nymphs, part-giants and part-trolls, trolls and shape shifters to make his way to the faerie girl.
Lucille felt her defenses creep up, and unbidden her magic came floating to the surface. Her hands shone gold and her hair stood on end of it's own doing. Her eyes were tinged with hints of gold that danced angrily in her green orbs.
"Lucy?" Florian asked.
"A fae's natural defenses against goblins," Clorian explained.
"But where is the goblin?"
"Here," the goblin king smirked. He was rather taller than the rest of the goblins with grey skin, green-grey eyes, and long green hair that resembled sea weed. He was muscular and thin, and could have been attractive if he didn't have such a lecherous look to him or that vicious inch wide and four inch long scar spanning his left cheek and part of his nose. It was a nasty scar and it seemed to fit his nasty personality.
Go away," Lucille growled, in a voice not her own.
"It's the magic speaking through her," Clorian whispered.
"It's been quite a while since I tasted the blood of a fae, I fear I hunger for it," the goblin retorted.
"Then you shall hunger ever more, for if you take a step nearer you shall die tonight goblin. Your only feast will be in hell." She was suddenly floating above them, gold shining from every orifice of her body, her eyes completely gold, her fangs down and glittering with rage.
"Your father said that once, and he only gave me this scar."
"She is not her father, she is her. She will destroy you."
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