They were searching for survivors in the castle, the werewolves in the dungeons and the lycans in the upper levels. Lucien looked remorsefully at the door to the executioners chamber, instead he tried to find how Amilia had entered without using the door. He found nothing but solid walls, which left him in even more confusion then before. He was also slightly ill at ease, he hadn't found the armor of the death Commander amidst the burning corpses of the vampires. Suddenly a commotion, it came from the barracks and he spurted towards it, stumbling upon three lycans, sebos and Raze, all badly beaten up and panting.

"What happened, Raze?"

He took a moment to collect his breath whilst looking at the entrance to the barracks.

"Vampire. The commander of them, couldn't even touch her."

Lucien walked into the barracks. So she had survived, it somehow didn't surprise him, she was a former elder after all. He narrowed his eyes as he walked in the darkness of the main bunk room and found another door leading into another hallway, this time he could hear a fire going, it's sounds muffled but clean. He walked towards the sound through the hallway, another door sent the chills down his spine as he saw the runes across the door post. The same runes etched on each side of the green cloak of the death commander. He gathered his courage and entered.

What he found was a pleasant room, almost human like. A warm glow emitted from the various candles around the room and the fireplace. Another two doors to, presumably a bedroom and toiletry. In one of the two chairs in front of the fireplace she sat, slumped with her sheathed sword on her lap, staring into the fire, a broken person. As he sat down she only looked at him from the corner of her eyes and didn't speak.

"I assume you know you are to be a prisoner?"

Only a faint nod. Her posture didn't change in the slightest. In fact she almost seemed to collapse further as she heard him speak. Lucien looked at her puzzled, what happened to her? Where was the cold but righteous commander of the death dealers? He suddenly remembered. The facade.

'So this is all that remains of Sonja's predecessor... Without her lies and deceit of being the all knowing and powerful one...'

"Can you at least speak to me? I'd like to know a few things." He asked flatly, he was still very angry. But mostly still sad about Sonja. She inclined her head for him to ask away but kept silent.

Taking this as his cue to start he spoke the first thing that came to his mind.

"You knew."

A small smile tugged at his lips.

"I did. Sir."

She replied mechanically, no longer a voice filled with pride or hope. She even fabricated the hopes of ever regaining her father's favor... Now Lucien seemed to grow more nervous.

"For how long?"

She furrowed her brows a moment in a fleeting moment of concentration.

"From the start."

Lucien's eyes widened as much as his astonishment.

"What- How?"

Again a fleeting moment of concentration as she slightly adjusted her pose to a more comfortable pose.

"You two had their eyes on each other for some time now, Lucien. There's nothing that wasn't there to see, only everyone lacked the skill to see."

She responded in that same tone. Gods, why did she have to be so disarmingly still? He wanted to wring her neck for not saving Sonja, but for some reason he couldn't. So he settled for a glare to which, as frustrating as it was, she took little notice off.

"Why are you here?"

She looked at him blankly with piercing blue eyes too dark to be from her vampire side. Too beautiful to be human.

"This is my home, it has been so, it always will be."

Lucien snorted. "It is now a lycan stronghold."

"So?"

"..." Lucien was speechless. She wasn't even aggravated? Was this woman a god-damned machine!? He looked at her exasperated to which Amilia only shrugged and turn her head to gaze back into the fire.

"Lucien. I am a monster, and neither Viktor nor you can make it otherwise."