He'd heard bits and pieces of his preferred methods for killing, and he never understood the ones that always wanted to make art pieces of the act. Sure, if they had the power to stand up to the authority figures that was just your average day, but he knew full well how fragile humans were, even as fascinating as they were.

But that, too, was a fascination: To be so fragile, yet so reckless...

Lucifer made a face with the description of that victim. He was aware of that particular hunting law- don't nab the does, don't go after the fawns- but it still had him gently clutching himself a bit.

Yet still he leaned, intrigued. "Hohoh... ♫ Into the woods without regret, the choice is made, the task is set~ ♫"