Looking from father to son, Lucifer couldn't hide the curl of his lips. A twisted smile took over his face, his red eyes holding venom. Strength he had in spades and ill intent by the truck load. This black beast of a horse wasn't built for small squabbles and the simple fact that Helios brought his son as if this deal was already signed with his name forced a chuckle to leave Lucifer's lips. It was a sick sound, one that dripped just the right amount of malice.


“Foolish.” He started, skipped Helios entirely as his gaze landed on the boy. “You let your father sell you to slaughter?” His head tilted then, matted black strands of his hair dangling in the air. One black ear slipped forward, facing the stud-colt now young stallion. This was the first taste Lucifer had one a Helios child that wasn't won in battle. Instead, there was supposed to be a trade, one that would better Helios instead of Lucifer and his own selfish agenda.


Turning his head and piercing Helios with deadly eyes, Lucifer lifted his neck and head. The lowered head tilt was gone, his curiosity filled. For the moment he paid the Dunes lead a grain of attention, but once again his mind, head, and gaze were pulled to the boy. “Your father I see expected this to go his way. Well, I ain't doing the deal. I lay the option in your hooves, boy. Come with me and be yourself or stay here… where you have seen your father offer you on a silver platter once already.”