Lucious walks down the hallway, trying to keep his large black wings from bumping into anyone. His wings have been sore lately, he's been trying to exercise them like his flying coach recommended, but there's just something about feathered bat wings that don't really work. not only this, but his halo is currently very dim, nearly sitting on his head like a crown, rather than floating above it like it was supposed to due to lack of energy. "drat... i need to feed."
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