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Lucca was working on one of her insane inventions again, as usual. She was right in the middle of attaching several subroutines, when who should come barging in the door, but Magus. Lucca whirled around to face him, tossing her purple hair about her face angrily, she threw her wrench aside, and reached for the wonder shot. The last thing she needed was Magus ruining her work. But she stopped just as she was about to take aim at Magus's head. He had something in his arms. Lucca lowered her gun, and walked over to Magus. She examined the child in his arms, then, after five minutes of inspection, actually said something. "Where'd you find him?" She questioned. "He appeared. Through a gate. A NEW gate." Magus replied, slightly annoyed at Lucca's tone. "A WHAT now? Did I hear you right! Did you just say a NEW GATE!" Lucca exclaimed at the top of her voice. Magus motioned for her to quite down. "Shh! He's sleeping, idiot!" Magus chided her. "Well, anyways, what do you expect for me to do with him until he wakes up?" Lucca questioned, deciding to cut to the chase. Magus gave her a look. Then Lucca realized what he wanted. "Oh no! Oooooh no! No way! No how! There is no way that I will take that brat under my wing! Do you hear me? NO WAY." Lucca exclaimed. Magus looked like a wounded puppy. "Don't even bother with that look, Magus. My answer is the same." Lucca said. "Well, if I can't get your sympathy…how about I snap your neck?" Magus questioned, reaching for his scythe. "Oh fine then! Bring him inside!" Lucca snapped, irritated. Magus smiled. Sometimes it was fun being the prince of darkness.