Well, holy hell. That's some powerful illusory abilities. That didn't daunt Raiza so much; she did live in a literally haunted house and the Ghost-type Pokemon loved to play tricks like this all over the place. It was a wonder her parents hadn't gone mad. "Just so you know, none of the Night Shade attacks were my idea, pon. Most of it was all Lucifer," she called out. Then, speaking a bit more softly, but in such a way that it sounded like Raiza would've been smug or smirking, she added, "That, good sir, is just a measure of how much confidence I have in my little sweetheart."
The praise alone was enough to keep Lucifer's spirits high. His flame grew brighter and brighter-- who said you couldn't fight fire with fire?-- and it grew bigger and bigger. The training with Rogue had helped him improve Flame Burst greatly; the attack charged until it couldn't contain itself and it exploded from the top of his head, threatening to hit any clones near him, the embers and charges that flew from the eruption hurtling towards even further clones in almost any direction. In all honesty, he wasn't sure where this Shade was, but that didn't daunt him; he knew enough tricks that could hurt it if it came too near, or even if it tried to flee. Not even the illusions could scare him; he knew Raiza was with him and he felt every bit of her confidence in him. Nothing about this rival Ghost scared him.
After all, nothing tasted better than pure soul.