Lucy
"There no need to posture now...." The angel wrapped her arms around her, leaning in closer to whisper, her voice laced with twisted affection, and a promise, a promise to make everything right one day. "The time will come my draconic companion, we wil yet feast on the bountiful harvest that has yet to be sown, and we will drink the wine of our conquest."
"The two of us together Azira, we will achieve great things, terrible things but great nonetheless."