As Lucius took another sip of his wine, he saw the witch girl from the clearing briefly look at him. It seemed that even her wounds had also been healed after the confrontation. If she had not held a dagger to his back, then perhaps he would have felt some sympathy after all, but that was not the case. At least not in his current state of mind. She then quickly averted her gaze and he lost her amidst the crowd.

Lucius swirled his glass and leaned up against the wall, scoffing at how ridiculous this entire party was. He took another sip, and almost choked when he heard Mozu's voice somewhere out in the crowd. He immediately stood up and tried to find her and sighed with relief when he finally spotted her over at the food tables. She was very pretty but at the same time, she looked incredibly happy. Lucius frowned, she was obviously not that beat up about what had happened yesterday or it was the food. He hoped it was the food and that she would forget about him just like...

Octavia.

He unconsciously moved his gaze to wear she had been standing previously and was now watching her fix the Prince's crown atop his head. Her smile was what made Lucius angry. Here was the demon responsible for her kidnapping, the one who shot her down out of the air and the very same one she had stopped Lucius from killing- and she was smiling at him. His anger made him tremble and without realizing it, he clutched his fists again and shattered his wine glass. 

If he felt pain, Lucius did not show it. Blood and wine mixed together and slowly dripped onto the floor as Lucius hastily made his way to the balcony overlooking the city. What a horrible mistake it was too come here, his emotions were in disarray and it was only because he was human. He breathed in deeply before breaking out into panicked breaths as he looked around. He was alone, like always. Lucius looked down at his trembling hand, he cut him self in a few places, just enough for a good amount of blood to flow freely. He almost wiped the blood on his clothes but stopped, what a dumb idea that was. He already ruined his favorite outfit, no need to ruin this one.

Why did things have to be this way? He carried himself to the edge of the balcony and looked over the edge, it was a long drop. One that would end in a cruel fate on hard stone. So he stood like that, gazing down below thinking of how easy it would be to end the pain, anger and hatred he felt because after all, he was alone.