Babylon - Imperium - colt

[fallen]

Foal Name: Babylon
Parents: Hysteria x Lucifer
Siblings from Same Breeding: none
Desired Alliance: Imperium

Sample Post:

BABYLON
When darkness comes you know I'm never far,
hear my whispers in the dark.

The warmth. The strange feeling of needing to be afraid but not in the safe place of his mothers womb. The exotic colt stood quietly in the dank halls of Cocytus, an area his father had forbidden him to roam. At first, the young babe had followed his fathers orders to the 'T' despite the fact that he no longer ruled his hell. Vermillion orbs glowed in the damp space. his thick coat still shaggy with baby fur. A roman nose sat upon his visage and a pair of bull horns sprouted from his cranium, thick ears flicked to and fro listening to the fleeting sounds of his elder siblings. In his short time alive Lucifer had informed him of all that he needed to know. Of Damask, the Queen he had choosen to rule beside him; she was his mother as she was to all of his offspring in soul. Hysteria was just a vessel, but Baby was still to respect her. He was told of Raziel, Shamsiel and the others. His kin from Magdalene, a wench who was to weak to truly be his Hell vixen. The last twins from Damask, Damasceno and Damascus, his brothers. Then finally, the new ruler of Cocytus; Witchcrypt.

Babylon could tell Lucifer favored her and Shamsiel of all the others, but he could feel that Lucifer wanted the same greatness from his youngest son. Babylon inhaled slowly, his thick chest rising and falling easily. Despite only being a week old he was quite large and bulky, he had no fear of his fathers wraith, nor his mothers' and he feared no being alive. Lucifer was weakening in this earth.. Babylon would only fear his father after death when he would be summoned to his Kingdom in the afterlife. With this knowledge Babylon had no inhibitions, no way in which to hold his tongue should he have felt the need to speak. He moved from the darkness of the halls and slowly transcended to the flat terrain on top. Even though it was spring, the cold was still deep in the bones of his birth place and with every breath clouds of white poured from his nares. His mitchmatched orbs gazed over the terrain before he moved off to a more covered area. It would take a moment for the colt to reach his destination but along the way he hoped to see his favored Sister.