Lucifer

And enter the game he creates.

Hiding out near an oasis, the black wraith known as Lucifer slightly dozed. His head hung low, speaking of the exhaustion that had covered his whole frame. His heart felt empty, just as his lungs ached with whispered words and hidden secrets. His crimson eyes were more glassy these days, showing pure tiredness in their depths. He should feel like a god, but something beat down the voices in his head to the point he couldn't track what was real and what wasn't anymore.

As his dozing continued on, the shire cross was about to just hit the snooze button when he heard the call. It took a minute for his mind to fully compute what he had heard, but as it trickled in and cemented, the stallion slowly raised his head. Blinking his puffy eyes, he took a deep breath to try and taste the air. He did not know the voice, but it still summoned him. With the inability to scent the other horse on the air, the large stallion finally moved.

Padding across the Dunes towards the sea, the beast looked ahead. After a while of slow walking, his eyes landed upon a buckskin mare. Blinking his eyes, he took her in. He could see pieces of himself on the mare, but he could also see parts of Witche. He wasn't sure what exactly to think on the matter, so he just let it be. Flicking his tail slightly with a deep breath, the stallion continued onward.

When he got close enough to see her fully, Lucifer dipped his head. “Magika?” His deep voice rumbles, hoping he is correct. That was the only piece of information he really had about his child. If it wasn't for her mother… Lucifer might have been given a chance to meet her way before now. As he looked at her though, the voices tried to start up again. They wanted this mares mother’s throat in between his teeth. Lucifer held the blood lust at bay, but only by the faintest bit of leash he still had left.

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