Lucifer
And enter the game he creates.
“Up, up, up, UP!”
The voices rang in a head of pure onyx. They hissed, spitting vile words one did not put to name. Anxious to move, too startled to actually put motion to its legs, the demons inside of the black beast known as Lucifer rioted. It was a stark contrast to what had been happening in his life, but now he was oh so totally… screwed.
Shaking out his thick neck, the beast listened to the demons. His front legs unfolded, dragging themselves through the damp earth and into a position that would help him stand. Eyes of crimson hue narrowed, in pain and starting to realize that his life was utterly futile in the grand scheme of things. Once again he had taken a hit, but this time… it wasn't one from someone else. No. Lucifer had fallen leaving the Ruins and now he had to suffer with the impending doom of what he had reawakened.
Grunting, the thick King pulled himself onto his own four legs. He swayed lightly, as if he was unable to grab purchase upon the soils of the earth. If he had claws, he would be digging them deeply into the moist land and holding on for dear life. Since he only had hooves, the strong male stumbled and swayed. It was like watching a drunkard head home after stopping at a tavern. He was loopy, uncomfortable, and most of all… exhausted.
When time managed to ease out and the world quit rolling inside of his gut and through his eyes, the stallion let out a deep breath. It took him a while, but he managed to give himself enough of a stern smack with his tail that his mind rebooted. It was better than the loading screen of dialup, but he was lucky to actually reboot instead of lay on the earth and cough out enough water to deflate and puke up his lungs. It wasn't an easy thing, but by god he managed.
As he regained true sense of self, Lucifer slowly looked around. At least when he came ashore, he landed at the crossing. It would have been easier to just float on home, but for now he let it ride. That was the state of him for a few days as he regrouped and fought off the voices… but once they started, even his dark soul could not fight them off.
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Standing at the beach, Lucifer looked at the world that the sea made. His bright eyes scanned that of the coral and fish. He could feel the sting of sea water on his cuts, the salt bringing a pinch that had him slightly shifting his front legs. His ears swiveled, picking up the soft shush of the waves coasting along the shore. It was a gentle game of tug o’ war between the sea and the earth, until finally hooves crashing through water silenced the night and the tender moment of peace the demon managed to enjoy.
Turning his head slowly, the black brute eyed the water line. It took a while for him to see their shapes. It was a pair, something that had his head tilting again. He could not hear what they were saying, but even from this far away something inside of him unfurled. They want to claim, to take, to hold, sprung forth like a live wire. It made his body shiver, begging to let go. He could taste it almost, as if knowing he could sway them to his side. He wanted so badly to just answer that call, to just give in. Yet, he refrained for a while as the duo caught themselves and meandered off. Something deep in the back of his mind whispered, its feminine voice making his head tilt again. He wondered if Teagan had control of him even this far away, if her kindness managed to reach just below the surface of his monsters and draw him out.
Lashing his tail once enough time passed, Lucifer moved slowly forward. He made a wide ark, making sure not to act like the stalker he was. His large frame pushed through the grasses and out towards the land in which they roamed. It was more open here for sure, considering it was the Commons. Yet, he managed to hide a while longer behind a small set of trees. Sucking in a lung full of air, the black mammoth of a male finally stepped forward. Out under the faint moonlight, his bulk was lightly washed in a silver glow. His crimson eyes danced, but he hid the worst part of his darkness. It still leached out of him, begging everything to bend to his will.
“Would you like aid?” He asks once he is closer, knowing it would take a minute for him to not come across as entirely deadly. However, facing these younger horses… Lucifer knew he was dangerous for them. Yet, the dark part of him that was panting at having two more herd members could not be entirely silenced. It was a vice that held onto his throat, forcing words out his mouth that would not register to the outside world just yet. “I can… help you.” It was a crap shoot, but Lucifer could give them a home, shelter, food, and water. The real question was though… could they tolerate his darkness long enough to realize he isn't as terrible as Nyimara and others paint him to be? Let alone the fact... his eyes were latched onto the stallion over the mare, fighting the internal battle of taking him back to the Dunes... with or without his consent.
Stallion ─ 18.0 hands ─ Black ─ Demon King of The Dunes