The scene once again changed. They were now back in the village, and the goddess glared at the laughing Lucas, who seemed unscathed by the sword.
"He is a demon," Rosalind said, looking at Belisarius. "Why are you talking to a demon?" she asked. "They must be killed."
"You tried," Belisarius said, his voice gentle. "You saw it too. A sword would not work on him."
"I believe this is the first time someone stabbed me in… over a hundred years," Lucas chimed in. "Indeed, some cubs do not know anything."
"I am not an animal!" the goddess glared at Lucas. Despite the fact that they were all sitting down, the goddess's hand was still on the hilt of her sword, as if she was preparing to attack him at any given time.
"Are you not acting like one?" Lucas countered.
"I will kill you."
"What a wild cub," Lucas looked at Belisarius. "Is she your daughter?"
"What?" Belisarius's eyes widened.
