Lucifer had tucked what he needed from his conversation with Marceline into his back pocket. He had left the Hills with a plan, but he had yet to go and do it. Instead, he had stayed in his home, staring off into the distance, and tasting imaginary blood on his tongue. He knew what he needed to do in order to wash the taste out of his mouth, but that wasn't something he was going to accomplish just yet.

Shaking his large frame and turning away from his neighbor, Lucifer was about ti head to the oasis when one ear flicked behind him. Narrowing his eyes, the black demon listened and processed. He knew the voice, but he wasn't expecting it to wash up on his shores. It made the darkness inside coil tight around his throat, but he managed to turn his frame around and head towards the beach without a single sound escaping his lungs.

Cresting the last dune and looking down at the mare from the Falls, Lucifer slowly raised one dark brow before his large frame headed down and towards her. “What a glorious sight this spring morning.” He rumbled, eyes dancing and unable to hide the darkness in their depths. “What’s brought you to my home, wild fire?” He didn't call her name, but offered a different one in the form of a nickname if she was receptive. Mazikeen wasn't some docile pet for a territory lead to own. She was a wild fire, raging through the land, and in more ways than one… Lucifer wanted to be the gasoline to make her burn hotter.