"I can fly because I take myself lightly," Lucien said with a laugh. "You should try it some time."
"Right." He nodded and took several steps closer to the zombies. They were already dead, so there would be no messy silliness with souls or anything - not that souls were his department anyway.
"You lot." He had raised his voice a little. "You're dead. Act like it!" Lucien wasn't given to mysterious incantations and dramatic gestures. They hadn't been necessary 6000 years before in Sumeria when he'd taken the role of a fire god, they certainly weren't necessary in this day and age. His power worked just the same with only a firm word; the zombies obligingly fell to the ground and dissolved into dust that blew away in a sudden wind. Properly theatrical if he did say so himself.
"There we go. Much better. I'm Lucien, by the way."