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LUCIFER
stallion | 18hhs | black | Faithless Demon


Lucifer never did have an honest idea what he wanted in life. It was never to be well known or anything along those lines really. He did enjoy when one feared him, but the only one that was nervous in his presence that wasn't his own spawn was Helios. In many ways Lucifer was slacking, letting his herd life mellow him out. It was a stark contrast from the beast that killed his own mother, but who knew… he might become that demon again in the future.


Tilting his head faintly, Lucifer listened to the woman speak before he shook his head with a soft chuckle leaving his lips. “Normally no. Generally I avoid places where I've been kind to others.” Lucifer didn't like remembering the times he was a decent equine. Considering how he ended up with Tefnut though, one could not label Lucifer as kind of even really caring. However, Tefnut was probably the only mare in his herd that would make him implode if she was stolen for a second time.


Flicking his tail against his hocks, the monster listened again before a true grin lined his lips and his eyes flashed. Lucifer didn't know that he had taken this woman's son or that she had been a Helios mare. He had only ever cared for Vana, Romaro, and then finally Helios himself by his herd. Lucifer had stolen, chipped away, and watched as Helios began to stumble with every battle the beast gave him. Remembering those days, the black couldn't help but feel a sick sense of pride knowing it was his doing.


“I know Helios quite… well.” It was a stretch, but something in him changed as he rocked up again, that internal demon puffing its chest ever so slightly. “The Dunes no longer belong to him.” Lucifer didn't say he owned them though, something in the back of his mind nibbling against the idea and making him tuck that card away for now. “He does live in the Desert however with Nyimara.” That tidbit he could share without a single care. Nyimara was a silver haired pain in his ass that he would be dealing with later. Oh the things he would be doing later that involved little visits to herds.




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