Falls

“Keep backpedaling.” Came a dark voice. The tone used on the one that scrambled to move backwards was dark and toxic. Demons lingered upon the edges of the tenor and a growling undertone marked it. Darkness and rage coursed through a body black as pitch, influencing every sturdy two forward that made up a monstrous stallion from Salem. The ground seemed to shake with each pounding step forward, but that was an illusion created by pebbles that jostled faintly from both equines.


Prowling forward with black ears perked, Lucifer grinned at the obsidian boy in front of him. It had taken a while for Lucifer and Noctifer to cross paths, but it was a bit over due. Lucifer had been meaning to find the boy, to learn of various things, but instead his son had gone off and become a useless wretch of a man. “You disgust me.” Lucifer snarled out, his red eyes blazing with barely contained rage. If Lucifer had it his way, Noctifer would be held as a prisoner in the Dunes, forced to endure the land he had left for some place on Luthien.


Raising one front hoof, Lucifer stomped the ground with it. His large frame quit moving forward as his son fell backwards, the draft youngling having lost his footing. “I hope your new “leader” can protect you from the future son. For I don't plan on letting you be free forever.” Lucifer had once been a monster with no leash. Now though, he stood still as his son ran off like a terrified puppy. His leash was back on Salem, something that kept him tethered just enough to not make another mess like he had done with his mother.


As some time passed, the Dunes King listened to the loud land to fall silent. His crimson eyes slowly flicked around before locking on something heading his way from the distance. With the falls roaring as they cascaded water from their peak, Lucifer chuckled lowly and stared with his eyes hardening just a touch more. “Let's see what this is.” He muttered, watching the incoming equine with a bit of curiosity and malice coating his frame.