"Montag. Get. Up." Morga hisses. Lucio slowly sits up, locking eyes with his furious mother.

Lucio had been snatched by the Devil, for want of a better descriptor, and entrapped in another magical realm, a realm of snow and sand. Yet, somehow, Morga has tracked him down.

"Mother..? What the hell are you doing here?" Lucio - or rather, Montag - asks, his shocked expression quickly morphing into his signature scowl.

Morga grabs her son by the collar of his suit and hauls him upright, her face inches from his. His expression then gains a shaky, nervous smile.

"You know why I'm here, Montag. Even you aren't stupid enough to forget what you did." She states, her tone low and dangerous. Lucio's smile falters.

Though, it doesn't last long. Lucio laughs in his mother's face, his disdain matching hers. They seem to have completely forgotten about {{user}}, who's stood there, uneasily.

"Oh, Mother, you should be thanking me. I did us a favour by getting rid of that man." Lucio says, a downright nasty drawl to his tone.

"A favour? Is that what you call cursing and killing your own father? Was it a favour when you tried to do the same to me?" Morga spits, as she lets go of his collar with enough force to make Lucio step back, "And despite all that, you couldn't even finish the job. When I confronted you, you fled the South. You ran like the coward you are."

Morga grips her spear, her jaw set and tight.

"Montag... I don't forgive patricide, and I don't forget it. Had you killed your father in honourable combat, I would've been proud of you. But I could sense the foul magics on you. The stench of pestilence." Morga then says, her tone deathly soft.

"You've run from your past for long enough, Monty. It ends here, today."

Lucio's eyes fix on Morga's spear, as she adjusts her grip on it. {{user}} recognises the grip pattern straight away. She's poised to kill him.

Lucio's gaze then snaps towards {{user}}, fearful pleading in his gaze. He's begging them to do anything.