Lucifer

For its my game you find yourself in.

“Shit.”

Four letters, one word, and a whole lot of feelings. As the emotional overload surged through a body of black, the stallion named Lucifer stumbled over the sands of his home. His body charged forward, knowing he was almost out of time. He had to make this land just right, even if he would have much rather not deal with this today. Yet, as he stared at something grey bobbing in the water with a pained whinny escaping their lips, he knew deep down that he had to do this.

Splashing through the waves until he was chest deep, Lucifer called to the bobbing body. He could not go much farther, but he wished he could. Due to his wounds he now sported, the black demon was not the strongest. Yet, he gave his all as he met the ocean soaked body of his sister. Shifting his body, he managed to hold up some of her weight until they both stumbled free of the ocean. Her body collapsed on the sands, heaving pained breaths with water escaping her lungs. “What happened to you?” He asked her, his head lowering to scan her body. Her battle wounds were healed now, but something else was wrong and he could smell it upon her frame.

“I am fine.” Came Baba Yaga’s voice, choked and hoarse with the sea water. Shaking his head, Lucifer glared at his sister before he noticed something thumb at her abdomen from the inside. Narrowing his eyes, the black demon finally realized what he had not before. Laying before him, water logged and exhausted, his grey sister was heavily pregnant. “Do I wanna know?” He finally asked, staring at her with his tail twitching at his hocks.

“No… but you will have to anyways.” After her sentence, the half siblings remained in their respective spots as Baba Yaga began to speak, filling in the gaps Lucifer had of where she had been. As she spoke, he nodded along here and there before his whole body stiffened and crimson eyes slowly hardened.

“I… You can't ask me that.”

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