Every Single One of us Has the Devil Inside
It was the nights that were the toughest. Mother often woke him with night terrors that quaked her body. Screams filled the air around them and all he could do was watch. Life was cruel and unfair. Mother tried hard to not dwell on the past but something deep inside him knew there was darkness there. Little did he know just how deep it was.
Often in these nights, he couldn't fall back asleep and went for a walk. He didn't go far for fear of leaving her alone too long. He would come to a sit on his hunches in the meager grasses of the volcanic island. Lifting his face to the dark skies, the small colt followed the patterns the stars made. Mother said his father was up in those stars and was watching them at night. He wonders if father sees how she suffers because of his absence- how he struggles just as much. Her healing powers only worked on superficial wounds, not broken hearts.
Mother often spoke of his father. How he was a good man and how they had lifted each other up from the depths of depression. He wasn't exactly sure the meaning of the term but it sounded awful. If only he could do the same for her.
His travels this night lead him a bit farther than usual. Within the cloak of night his eyes lazily scans the land but it is his ears that finds something lurking within the shadows. Red ears flick about to find it's location. Hooves still and he comes to a stand. "Who's there? Show yourself!" The young colt demands with a snort. Small for even his age, being 6 months but looks more like a weanling, he searches the night boldly. Soon blue eyes find a large figure lingering but soon it turns to leave. With a determined scrunch of the boys face, he starts forward. Heading straight for the black creature. He shouts again, "Stop!" Shockingly the form does just that.
A few more strides and he comes within 10ft of the large stallion. The dimming lighting of the stars shows the outline of an face. One that is strange but not only in an unfamiliar way. The boy was too young and weak to remember who this was before him, so again he demands answer, "What's your purpose here stranger?!" He is firm in his words and stance.
Diavoli
@[Hephaestus] wanted to try him out
Aurora will come in later