Ah. Miscalculation. He was a cryptid... why'd he forget that?

Okay. Alright. Alright, then. Decoys didn't work. Probably wasn't going to help when Alastor had the visual.

Lucifer huffed a breath and swept a hand. He didn't need his cane to focus, and instead sent his power out before him. Growing. He needed things to get growing. His body could twist and shape, but those antlers were grabbing everything they caught on.

He bid the trees to hang lower, offer more branches. Perhaps the bayou floor could use more vines. Maybe these trees should lean, sprout and flower, root in deeper.