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"This is not how I raised you."

"My upbringing had nothing to do with this."

"Oh, I know. I just thought the values I instilled in you would have prevented it to going this far. Or that common sense would have kicked in by now and you would have changed?"

This comment caused a shrieking noise that sounded like the cry of a cornered dying animal to emit from Lucifer's throat. He was laughing at the stallion, or laughing the best way he could with what was left of his failing vocal cords.

"I didn't realize I was being funny." The flaxen stallion snorted irritatingly.

"I just find it amusing that you think I can change so easily." Lucifer told his father matter-of-factly.

"As much as you'd like to believe your 'legend' defines you, it doesn't. You can still make decisions on your own." Corban was desperately trying to get through to his son.

"Your incompetence gives me a headache father. Why can't you just accept that maybe I don't want to change?"

A deadly silence hung in the air for many painfully long seconds and the look of utter disgust plastered across the elder stallions face made the younger horse want to shrink back into the little shell he had as a foal. But instead he pinned his ears, raising his head with pride and taking a defiant step forward. A sly smile hid under the safety of the mask.

"What have you become?" Corban whispered with disbelief.

Lucifer could just feel the disappointment wafting off his father, and as much as he wanted to be guilty.. he felt absolutely nothing.

"Butch-" Corban began.

"I AM NOT BUTCH! I. AM. LUCIFER!" The masked stallion suddenly roared.

"If you are Lucifer than you are not my son!!" His father bellowed back.

"I have never been YOUR son! As far as I know my real parents are dead!" Lucifer felt rage boiling deep in his chest.

"Sometimes I wonder why you didn't die with them!" Corban's voice cracked as tears formed in his eyes.

Lucifer sucked in his breath fast.

"I-I didn't meant that." Corban stammered.

"Of course you meant it. I bet you wish you had a biological son. Big, strong, wise, caring.. to carry on as herd leader once you're gone and to pass on your genes, to defend the herd with all his heart and to promise his loyalty to each and every horse he knew. And I'm sorry I can't be that son." Lucifer sighed, turning away.

"And I'm sorry I led you to believe all that was true. Because I was nothing but proud of you until the day you turned your back on both your family and your herd. Because not only did we have to grieve over the loss of Liliana, but we had to mourn the loss of our son too." Corban let a quiet sob escape him before regaining his composure.

Lucifer was just staring at him, his face utterly blank looking due to the mask. And then he turned away to leave.

"I hope she can get through to you." Corban whispered.

Lucifer paused mid-step, looking over his shoulder with a questioning gaze. "Who?"

"The mare you arrived here with. The roan."

"She'll leave me soon enough. I see fear hidden in her eyes, and the minute she realizes I can't be changed she's going to run from me as far as she can."

"Just as clueless about mares as always. Because when I saw her.. her gaze was very relaxed.. maybe a bit loving." A smile tugged at Corban's mouth.

"Loving? She could never love a stallion like me. Nobody could." Lucifer lowered his head a little.

"You sound disappointed."

"I am. Because even if she did love me I would have to turn her away. She's fragile, father, like a flower.. and I would hurt her. I don't deserve her compassion."

"Do you care for her?"

"I care for her but I could never let myself love her."

"Because you can't let go of Liliana?"

"Stop twisting my words and making my life out to be some sad love story." Lucifer flicked his tail with annoyance before walking off.

Corban rolled his eyes before laughing and turned away to head back to his herd.

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THIS ISN'T ANGST

OKAY MAYBE A LIL ANGST BUT I HAD THIS STORY WRITTEN BEFORE I SAID NO ANGST SO.

and Lucifer is still a sassy stubborn little bubbaloo in this story so *snaps fingers*

Yeah the drawing is kinda bad but I threw it together really fast aha.

I'm hoping to get some more drawings done but I've been really down in the dumps which = no inspiration.

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Lucifer / Corban / Art / Story (c) ME

Background (c) www.youwall.com/papel/storm_is…

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"This is not how I raised you."

"My upbringing had nothing to do with this."

"Oh, I know. I just thought the values I instilled in you would have prevented it to going this far. Or that common sense would have kicked in by now and you would have changed?"

This comment caused a shrieking noise that sounded like the cry of a cornered dying animal to emit from Lucifer's throat. He was laughing at the stallion, or laughing the best way he could with what was left of his failing vocal cords.

"I didn't realize I was being funny." The flaxen stallion snorted irritatingly.

"I just find it amusing that you think I can change so easily." Lucifer told his father matter-of-factly.

"As much as you'd like to believe your 'legend' defines you, it doesn't. You can still make decisions on your own." Corban was desperately trying to get through to his son.

"Your incompetence gives me a headache father. Why can't you just accept that maybe I don't want to change?"

A deadly silence hung in the air for many painfully long seconds and the look of utter disgust plastered across the elder stallions face made the younger horse want to shrink back into the little shell he had as a foal. But instead he pinned his ears, raising his head with pride and taking a defiant step forward. A sly smile hid under the safety of the mask.

"What have you become?" Corban whispered with disbelief.

Lucifer could just feel the disappointment wafting off his father, and as much as he wanted to be guilty.. he felt absolutely nothing.

"Butch-" Corban began.

"I AM NOT BUTCH! I. AM. LUCIFER!" The masked stallion suddenly roared.

"If you are Lucifer than you are not my son!!" His father bellowed back.

"I have never been YOUR son! As far as I know my real parents are dead!" Lucifer felt rage boiling deep in his chest.

"Sometimes I wonder why you didn't die with them!" Corban's voice cracked as tears formed in his eyes.

Lucifer sucked in his breath fast.

"I-I didn't meant that." Corban stammered.

"Of course you meant it. I bet you wish you had a biological son. Big, strong, wise, caring.. to carry on as herd leader once you're gone and to pass on your genes, to defend the herd with all his heart and to promise his loyalty to each and every horse he knew. And I'm sorry I can't be that son." Lucifer sighed, turning away.

"And I'm sorry I led you to believe all that was true. Because I was nothing but proud of you until the day you turned your back on both your family and your herd. Because not only did we have to grieve over the loss of Liliana, but we had to mourn the loss of our son too." Corban let a quiet sob escape him before regaining his composure.

Lucifer was just staring at him, his face utterly blank looking due to the mask. And then he turned away to leave.

"I hope she can get through to you." Corban whispered.

Lucifer paused mid-step, looking over his shoulder with a questioning gaze. "Who?"

"The mare you arrived here with. The roan."

"She'll leave me soon enough. I see fear hidden in her eyes, and the minute she realizes I can't be changed she's going to run from me as far as she can."

"Just as clueless about mares as always. Because when I saw her.. her gaze was very relaxed.. maybe a bit loving." A smile tugged at Corban's mouth.

"Loving? She could never love a stallion like me. Nobody could." Lucifer lowered his head a little.

"You sound disappointed."

"I am. Because even if she did love me I would have to turn her away. She's fragile, father, like a flower.. and I would hurt her. I don't deserve her compassion."

"Do you care for her?"

"I care for her but I could never let myself love her."

"Because you can't let go of Liliana?"

"Stop twisting my words and making my life out to be some sad love story." Lucifer flicked his tail with annoyance before walking off.

Corban rolled his eyes before laughing and turned away to head back to his herd.

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THIS ISN'T ANGST

OKAY MAYBE A LIL ANGST BUT I HAD THIS STORY WRITTEN BEFORE I SAID NO ANGST SO.

and Lucifer is still a sassy stubborn little bubbaloo in this story so *snaps fingers*

Yeah the drawing is kinda bad but I threw it together really fast aha.

I'm hoping to get some more drawings done but I've been really down in the dumps which = no inspiration.

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Lucifer / Corban / Art / Story (c) ME

Background (c) www.youwall.com/papel/storm_is…