He knew how to take sides; he was a biased creature, and that was perhaps one of the traits that would bring about his downfall. The brute held an innate sense of good versus evil, learning to detect it in the eyes of the faintest stranger, the way they held themselves or the manner in which they spoke. He'd known Haku to be mad the first time they crossed paths, the first time his half-brother declared him to be Maluki. Jefferson and Gabriel had fought once, maintained a long-standing hate for each others' clans once, but never had the cyclops considered the Aquila to be a horrid man. There was genuinity in him. There wasn't, in Lucifer.
No, the cyclops had been forced to "mentor" him of sorts, once upon a time, when Iskata had still ruled the Valley and the gimp himself was mid-way through the ranks. He'd hated him then, he hated him now. He'd hated him when Noah had appeared, resembling his father and mother, two of the most detested creatures in Jefferson's mind; he hated him more when the gimp had grown closer to Noah, hearing of the things he'd witnessed and endured under his father's tyranny. And yet, Lucifer had still chosen to show his face, in the land Jefferson now ruled. Back then, the cyclops had only been an underling, punishable by any deeds he could do; but now, the cyclops ruled the land. He made the rules. He had no regrets.
And when the scent caught his nose, he started closer; when the sound of that voice reached his ears, his rage erupted, bursting at the seams as if not a day had past since the last time he and the black idiot had crossed paths. His hatred had doubled since then, in the wake of Noah's arrival and stories, and Jefferson burst forth, his eyes opened both, and even the milky-whiteness of his sightless gaze seemed to bleed a raging scarlet. A roar from the depths of his throat, but not a word with it. He swept past Ty in one fell swoop, ignorant and uncaring of those else gathered, and at Lucifer's throat the daggers of his scarred maw pointed, his single arm flourishing at the black man's eyes. No words.
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