hunderous hooves could be heard heading up the peak, their momentum and weight shaking the ground. Blood dripped from bared fangs as a black beast stared ahead of him, ears pinned back to his head. He had been supposed to be free, but instead someone had gotten it all wrong and now he was coming back. He was livid, enraged. His heart beat to a fast rhythm in his chest and his red eyes held pure and unaltered hatred for the mares of this damn mountain and the stallions down below. Lucifer was losing his grip and it was becoming a tipping point to the giant beast.

Moving up the steep incline, Lucifer chased a young buckskin filly. His ears were laced back into his mane as he followed the screaming child up higher. Her blood ran in rivulets down her haunches and onto the ground, leaving a painstakingly clear trail for anyone to follow. The moment Lucifer had heard the news, he had obediently moved to where he was due, but he had not done so nicely. Instead, the black monster followed this child first once he got into the realm of the Peak. He had stalked her, watched her, and waited. She was new, holding the scent of Paradise, but he cared not. The moment he realized who she was and what she was, he was stuck to her like a fly to a pile of poop.

Snaking his head forward, the monster nipped at her again, this time eliciting another scream from the fillies mouth before he managed to catch her upon more even ground. Once the Peak land went form the steep trail to the level high meadow, he had her down. Standing over the buckskin filly with his teeth pulling another chunk of fur from ehr coat, Lucifer gave a big blast of air from his lungs before he looked up and dropped her white spotted piece of skin to the ground. Opening his lips in that moment, Lucifer sent out a screaming cry. Anger palpated the air around him as the child weeped. He cared not for her now and he cared not for the mares here.

Shaking his head with his sides heaving, Lucifer looked down at the filly once he was done making his presence known once again. He had half a mind to kill this child, to watch her life leave her body. Yet, the black beast lowered his head and gave her a demonic grin. “Once I leave this place for good my dear little Bubbles, you are coming with me.” His voice was a hiss in that moment, knowing damn well that a Peak mare would hear him and they would stop any forward movement on him taking this child in a head lock.

Could they really stop him though… if he just kept coming much like he had Romaro? Would the islands stop him… if he went after every. Single. Territory?

No, they could not. And finally, Lucifer found himself done playing these games as his head hung low to his chest and his eyes flashed. The beast was done, and no one would be prepared for what steps he took next.

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lucifer

stallion ∙ 18.0 hands ∙ demon of the lagoon
You're playing my game now.