Grace and beauty bundled up into one innocent frame, standing out among a group of fleshed equines with blood and tissue, organs and nerves, gathered masses with soft manes and rugged coats. She was unique, a sight to see with her clear bodice, hollowed frame standing off of the ground with glittering crown held high, tail of gathered glass slithering across the ground with a deep crimson muscle beating beneath a layer of glass; clinging desperately to her insides with fleshy fingers.

A hesitant step forward, a screech echoing through the air around the beaut. Auds flicker, eyes of colour targeting the dark avian soaring through the skies, talons opening wide to hungrily tear at the transparent quarters, settling down upon an area above the dock, deep midnight feathers ruffling. Sweet whispers befall her innocent, childish mind, prodding and pointing out. An image flickers before her of a male, marked with white claws along his barrel standing in peace within the heavens. The youth upon her back gives a faint screech, a call that commands her to follow, wings of midnight black spread out to raise the slim bodice.

Racing along beneath her guide, she finds herself staggering up the steady slope to meet a sight of a dark devil, heart beating with each moment her eyes are upon him. Horns of a monster spiral out from behind his ears, locks of black and white laying out along his neck as well as weaving between his thighs, draping out across his coal black flesh. She desired nothing more than to turn and flee, forgetting all about grace and her sleek, beautiful bodice, focusing only on letting this devil remain untouched.

Before her, she can see the bloodied man she once let take her to a land she was unfamiliar with, one of passion, love and pain. Dark locks rolling over the eyes that have looked upon the Devil himself, a grin like a cheshire, body tense and battered from his horrendous adventures into Hell and back. She sees before her a man who has abandoned God and drawn back into the darkness. He is the Seven Deadly Sins, she can see it now as he looks back and grins at her. He is Lust, wanting nothing more than the lusting of a sweet innocent, taking them in and breaking them down. He is Greed, hungry for all there is, desiring the world in his bloodied hands. He is Envy, finding himself never quite getting what others have. He is Gluttony, consuming all with fear and tragedy, swallowing them and letting them fall into an abyss of horrors. He is Wrath, a wild beast waiting to be poked and prodded off of the edge, setting off a terror that cannot be caged. But he is also Pride, standing proudly before his slaughtered victims, proud that he was the one who had ended so many lives. He is Sloth, his spiritual state slow and nearly unmoving, remaining there in one place, leaving him to be an ungrateful devil.

Blinking rapidly, thin crystalline lashes battering, she finds that he has faded away, no longer before her. He is but a mere faint memory now, taking residence in the back of her mind where dark shadows dwell. Before her now is a stallion unfamiliar to her, a stranger of midnight, a knight of the Moon. He is but another one of the Devil's men, sent here to torture the purest of souls, break in the innocent minds and destroy the souls untouched by the dark.

"Sweet Lullabies"
- kinda long and rambly and weird. sorry xc -