Lucifer of the Dunes

And my dice aren't weighted.

What… was this. Holding in a strangled sound, Lucifer looked at Teagan with a trace of fear in his eyes. The colt was fresh, hardly able to stand up, and she was allowing him to touch it? Unsteady on his own hooves, Lucifer tried to hold himself mostly together. He wanted so badly to touch their son, but that gut wrenching worry of hurting the small thing was eating the monster alive. He didn't understand what he was supposed to do, but oh how badly did he want to touch the child right then.

Reaching forward again with his whole body trembling, Lucifer lets his lips lightly touch the child. In that split second of first contact, Lucifer's world implodes. Something stronger than his darkness latches onto his soul. It's bright fingers wrap around his tainted ways, stroking the black tendrils until they begin to turn lighter, almost a grey like hue. His crimson eyes widen in wonder, drinking in his black and white son. Everything inside of him shudders, breaking and reshaping. As his lips barely touch the young child, Lucifer finally understands one emotion.

He would do anything in his power to protect this colt. The emotion? It was called fatherly love.

Feeling something warm slide down his cheek, the demonic king pulls his head away from the sleepy child. Not understanding why his vision all of a sudden became blurry, he tentatively turns it and aims to rest his forehead against Teagan. If she allowed the touch, he would sink into her body heat and close his eyes. Standing there regardless, the black male let out a puff of air. “Ash is a lovely name for a colt of monochrome.”

Stallion ─ 18.0 hands ─ Black ─ Demon King of The Dunes