Honestly, Lucifer wouldn't rank Geralt in his list of enemies. That is, currently, reserved for Dean Winchester and Geralt's daughter--though Lucifer doesn't yet know that relation. Geralt is... an interest. Someone that could provide him answers to things he doesn't understand--and he's always been able to understand the Winchester Brothers.
Geralt is a puzzle piece and Lucifer will find out how he fits one way or another, one day.
Until then, the actual four-legged wolf is a nuisance. He wants to know how the man fights without any distractions and when Lucifer flits back in just the smallest blink of a flight, he's spinning a killing blow across the mangy beast.
He twirls the knife in his grip when the creature falls. There isn't much space in the corridor. He almost wishes he moved them to the so-called bone-littered snowfields above. Wonders if Geralt after he's been afflicted has more of a chance to follow him than before.
He grins. "I wonder if now you'll tell me what's behind Door Number One?" He slouches to one side and reaches up, tapping into the power he only feels in the Horizon and making a grabbing gesture to pull Geralt from what space he had gained and into a slice from Lucifer's knife. Not to kill. No, no, he wants to draw this out.
cw: animal death
Honestly, Lucifer wouldn't rank Geralt in his list of enemies. That is, currently, reserved for Dean Winchester and Geralt's daughter--though Lucifer doesn't yet know that relation. Geralt is... an interest. Someone that could provide him answers to things he doesn't understand--and he's always been able to understand the Winchester Brothers.
Geralt is a puzzle piece and Lucifer will find out how he fits one way or another, one day.
Until then, the actual four-legged wolf is a nuisance. He wants to know how the man fights without any distractions and when Lucifer flits back in just the smallest blink of a flight, he's spinning a killing blow across the mangy beast.
He twirls the knife in his grip when the creature falls. There isn't much space in the corridor. He almost wishes he moved them to the so-called bone-littered snowfields above. Wonders if Geralt after he's been afflicted has more of a chance to follow him than before.
He grins. "I wonder if now you'll tell me what's behind Door Number One?" He slouches to one side and reaches up, tapping into the power he only feels in the Horizon and making a grabbing gesture to pull Geralt from what space he had gained and into a slice from Lucifer's knife. Not to kill. No, no, he wants to draw this out.