DEVIL'S TRYNA TEMPT ME - Returning

[Luca]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]Luca doesn't understand how people can sail over the ocean with such ease. The world beneath the water is one that isn't built for people like him. The thought of sitting for hours above a cold abyss, one which he would be completely vulnerable in, just doesn't appeal to him in the slightest. His powers don't work as well beneath the waves. The best he can do is turn smaller amounts to steam, and to boil the area around him if he focuses hard enough, but that puts his own body at risk. Overheating in such a place would definitely spell his death, and the ocean was one of the few places in which he fears such a thing. The mental image of being trapped at the bottom on a trench, drowning over and over again until someone finds him, is one that he cannot bear. Someone may question at this point why he had joined the Typhoon in the first place, but that's a question that even he can't answer. He was hoping to find his reasons in the fragments of his memories that had been buried across the island, but as he spots Goldie on the horizon and finds himself smiling against his will, he starts to think that maybe he's already found his reason.

He hasn't had a friend in so long, he realises as he makes his way towards her. He's an incubus at heart, a creature designed to sleep around and drain the life force of whoever he can, but knowing that their relationship is simply platonic comes as a strange sort of relief. He can feel himself getting sentimental, and quickly shakes it out. The weak half-smile from before is replaced with a more neutral expression, and he exhales an exasperated cloud of steam. He thinks about turning around and leaving her alone, but then he catches her voice over the ambient noises of the beach. It takes him a second, but then he realises with a blink that there's another form on the beach with her, previously obscured from view by the fog of his mind. His faltering steps speed up again, and it doesn't take long for him to join the pair. He runs his observant gaze over Freya as he does, taking in everything he could glean like he did with every new face he came across. Who knew, maybe this face isn't so new after all, another victim of his wiped mind. Only time would tell.

"And who are you?" Luca butts in after Goldie, his half-interested eyes lingering on the mongoose's face. He appears significantly less welcoming than his feline companion, all spiked fur and suspicious squinting, but he's sure that she doesn't expect much from him at this point.