The flames roared above, and the mist-form of Lucian settled down near the forest, where the vampire reformed. Ducked behind a tree, he watched for a few moments as the home of Kanashia was going up in smoke.
A crooked smile had formed on his thin, bloodless lips as he watched the conflagration envelop parts of the building. That was Alexander's doing, not his, Lucian was convinced. The guard captain had his chance to flee, but chose to stay.
He now paid the price.
"I will see you soon, Crusader..." Lucian whispered into the smoky, night air while the images of the flames from the estate reflected off golden, serpentine eyes. The Tremere couldn't help but chuckle softly, even as he heard the screams of people around the house. He had enjoyed the chaos that ensued, even if he were caught red-handed by both Lamai and Alexander.
Lucian had no idea how many were dead, but he had hoped that Alexander would think better than to insult him again. Though, knowing that bull-headed Captain, he would run his mouth again, and Lucian would be forced to take drastic measures once more. His smile soon faded, and he turned away from his masterpiece. The townsfolk could add arson to his list of crimes and inhumanities.
Trudging through the woods, Lucian brushed back his black and grey mane from his eyes, speaking once more to himself, "The Order of Straka.... A farce and a joke..." And then, as he walked, he began humming a soft tune, long forgotten, from his past. A cold wind blew quietly through the trees, as Lucian disappeared into the misty darkness of the forest....