YOU WOULD PRAY FOR HIM | handpan

[Luciferr]

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”music is the heart and soul of the universe” cut in an equally curious voice as the familiar dragonic shadow joined the trio forming on the beachside - Darwin by the beating of the drums (thankfully not war drums, he heard enough of those on the rare occasions he dined to attempt sleeping and then woke up regretting it).

Luciferus smiled at the three as he joined them, great pitch wings mantling around him like an oversized cloak that he practically cut a hole in the brighter sandy terrain.

Music was good and he hadn’t been pandering when he’d uttered those words - if one stopped to listen, the world itself held its own rhythms and lilts - you could even hear it now in the crashing of the waves and the cries of gulls above.