It did not take long for the sound of another's voice to fill his ears. Perking them slowly in the direction of the forlorn cry, Lucifer found his hooves stuck in the sands of his territory. Crimson eyes faintly enlarged, his lids opening farther to show the shock that gripped at his mind. Licking his dry lips, the onyx monster began to hear his pulse in his ears before it seemed as if the world snapped and his brain lost hold as the name to the voice fully registered.


Mhidas.


Lifting his hooves faster than he had in ages, Lucifer pushes through the sands of the Dunes. His pained back leg struggled the hardest, but once he fully got purchase, he was off. Running through the sands and over a dune, the demon king searched the open land before his gaze landed upon the golden paint. His heart beat fast in his chest, causing him to almost gasp as pain took him for a moment. There was no describing the feeling the brute had, but all he knew was that the boy he had stolen but held a soft spot for was back. It had been seasons since he had seen him and for some lost reason he couldn't place, Lucifer found himself… excited?


Sliding down the other side of the dune, Lucifer called again. His voice was breathless as his neck began to arch, begging to hold his head high. A breathless whicker left his lips though, once he was closer. In between him and Mhidas was maybe three lengths worth of distance. It felt like a canyon to the shore cross, but he trembled and held firm where his hooves had finally stopped.


”M-Mhidas?”