Tossing the now deceased bird over his shoulder, Lucifer let out an annoyed sigh. He hadn’t found any new beings to rip apart recently and such misfortune made his curiosity thirst for more blood. Being careful not to remove the blood on his right hand, he grabbed his journal with his left and placed it onto his lap. Taking his blood stained thumb he imprinted the page before writing the name of the bird underneath the new blood mark. He took a moment to add notes about the blood and the bird not noticing the being behind him slowly approaching.