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[Luca]

Luca had never outgrown his hatred for his family. In fact, like a wound left to fester he only seemed to grow angrier over time. his father was no lord, although he sure held himself like one. He wanted all of his sons to become strong and honorable, people that could bring pride to their lowly poor family. Luca had always felt like the least favourite. He was weaker than his siblings, frail and feminine. His father only ever gave him looks of disapproval, although he supposed that those were common to even the strongest of his brothers. Nothing could please Santiago other than himself. Elias came pretty close though. Luca had always looked up to the eldest of the group. He enjoyed the protection that Elias offered from the harsh words of their father, the fact that he could cower away in the larger boy's shadow while words were spoken in his defence. It was a shame that a figure who once offered so much comfort was now a source of constant fear.

It was unfair how quickly his family turned on him once he made the deal and his soul was converted into a demon's flame. He was still himself, but anything he tried to say to convey that fell on deaf ears. He tried to explain to him that he was the same, although everyone involved knew that his words weren't entirely true. His time away from the family had changed him for the worse, and that was the only reason he was able to end up doing what he did. Much like Caesar, he set fire to his parents. They weren't his main targets, merely caught in the spreading flames from when he burned down the place that was holding him captive, although he would by lying if he said he wasn't hoping for that. As far as he knew, his mother died that night, but his father had managed to live. His brothers... they were a mystery to the coffee coloured canine. Elias was still around for sure; he was reminded almost constantly that he was being hunted by his oldest brother.

Sebastian didn't have to worry too much about appearing composed. Anyone would look like they had things together when compared to the bloody and beaten Luca. The incubus appeared shortly after Caesar, his eyes alight with curiosity as the drew closer to the pair. The sound of the bell at the clan's entrance almost always meant a joiner, and they were pretty interesting more often that not. New faces were good. They meant new chances, new opportunities to trick people into thinking he could be pleasant to be around. That last thought stung him a little, but he shook it off and distracted himself by examining the collie on the rails. He appeared to be injured- blood was always easy to spot against white. "Do you need medical attention?" He said, speaking up a little suddenly after quite a few beats of silence. The smell of blood seemed to hang around him lately. He scratched idly at one of his many forming scars, waiting for an answer to see if he had to run off and fetch someone with medical experience. Someone other than himself, that is.