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Lucio, the Ninth
"Everyone and everything is alone. Being alone is everything. All will come to ruin, and the stars above will fall."
The Demon of Treachery, with a paranoid nature. His human origins are unknown. The de facto leader of the Nine, Lucio is a being of boundless strength and cruelty. Never one to speak an unnecessary word, his speech is curt and without emotion, his personality blunt and isolated.
Lucio's second stage is unusually beautiful and alluring, despite its monstrous shape. The upper body and torso of a four-armed, winged figure that might be angelic or demonic, or rather some mixture of the two, he looks as if he was flawlessly carved from ice as smooth as glass. His vast wings are composed of ice crystals in ever-shifting, incomprehensible shapes… or perhaps these shapes might be examples of multi-dimensional geometry that are simply unfathomable to human eyes. His head is an oddly human skull with three faces... it is thought that only the most unfortunate of his victims meet their ends in one of his three hungry mouths.
His Lair is a vast well, eternally locked in bitterest winter. An icy waterfall leads downward to a bottomless frozen lake, in which are entombed his countless victims. Being sealed within the lake's ice and fed on by the Demon causes everything but the victims' faces to wither and decay; their faces are always turned upward toward the light and warmth that they will never reach again. Despite the horrors visited upon their bodies, there is evidence that these poor souls might still be alive and conscious. The outside of the Lair is arguably as dangerous as the inside; Lucio can spread the miasma created by the Lair's presence over vast distances, and take control of hundreds of Branded humans at once.
Lucio's Spawn are never utilized. Despite their enormous size, and possibly having intelligence on par with the others of the Nine, these giant creatures remain forever shackled to the walls of the well, barely able to move.
Simply put, Lucio trusts no one. Not his brethren of the Nine, not Vittoria, not his own Spawn or the Branded under his absolute control, no one. The Demon of Treachery considers himself and all other living creatures to be completely alone in the universe, without any possibility of even the concept of change. The Demon of Treachery ironically expects treachery from everyone, so his is an eternally solitary existence.