Lucifer
And enter the game he creates.
Once more the demon stood stock still and listened. His ears swiveled forward, absorbing everything that came out of their mouths. He dipped his head as needed, showing he agreed to pieces. It wasn't as if he were offering something poisoned. Well, not entirely. One wouldn't know if small traces of nightshade were added to their tea. Lucifer was trying his best to walk this thin line, but already it was becoming brittle. The sword edge was growing weak and his large body was pushing its limits.
At the mares words, Lucifer tilts his head faintly. “I'm far from worried if a stallion joins my home.” Lucifer had a herd of mostly stallions. They were his blood of course, but he had the shadows of Egypt roaming his land as well now. If anyone were to make this demon grow uneasy with sharing his home with the same gender, it was Anpu. He could handle Garmr, Rutger, any of the Lagoon men. He'd tolerate Helios even, but Anpu… something about that black Arabian held smarts Lucifer couldn't achieve with his mental state. However, he found himself learning and growing from the Egyptian stallion and took it in stride.
When Jester spoke again, Lucifer held in a smug grin. At the question of his name though, the stallion couldn't exactly hide the smile any longer. It wasn't a shit eating from or a malicious twist of his lips. If he wasn't cloaked in shadow thanks to the low light, one would sense the humor in it. After conversations about souls, he knew if he said his full name, everything would be in shambles. However, he had only ever told one other horse the nickname he had appointed himself. It wouldn't save him forever, but maybe… maybe he should use it now?
Rolling his tongue in his mouth, the demonic male was forced to think. His thoughts didn't get far considering he hated hiding who he was. Marceline had taken him as he was and so had Mazikeen. Teagan even. Rieva took him at his worst. Wytche the same. If he were to continue growing his herd and getting strength, he couldn't hide. That was why, as he took a step forward to let his face fully illuminate with the moon, he gave a grin. It wasn't sick or twisted, but it showed a taste of what lurked in the stallion. He held darkness yes, but there was that fight in his eyes of good. It was Teagan who put it there, but it couldn't save everyone unless she was right with him.
”My name is Lucifer, and I'm the King of the Dunes.”
Stallion ─ 18.0 hands ─ Black ─ Demon King of The Dunes